Past High Priest Jewel Novels & Stories

“Are you planning to pull the twin swords to fight her? You are in a big mistake here. Didn’t you notice how she didn’t even appear? The one who called you master and was proud of having you as one. You see they know this situation is because of them… The two of swords is the High Priestess special weapon, you can’t use it in her presence.” “What? I didn’t know that. So I need a good weapon…” “I can help you with that. You need to seal her if you want your beloved to come back. The High Priestess isn’t someone that needs to come back now.” “Why are you doing all this? I think it’s better to leave her be. She is only having her revenge on a land that usurped her from everything.”

And only that decision can satisfy many people. In the courtroom, The High Priest appeared carrying the bloody grail. Seeing the appearance of the bloody grail, Hayden rebelled. The more he rebelled, the more people realized that Dylan was a descendant of Houstchav the IX. Despite the rebellion, the guards easily get Hayden's blood to test with Dylan's blood. As the two blood fused, everyone let out a sigh of relief. “NO! IT'S A LIE! THIS GRAIL IS FAKE! HE IS NOT AN HEIR OF THE ROYAL FAMILY!” Hayden was furious. He growled at Dylan, who ignored him.

A party of warrior piercing with their spear the backs of the prisoners, obliged them to go all the way up the pyramid to the esplanade, surrounding the edge of the depression. The High Priest walked up the pyramid right behind the prisoners. He reached the edge of the wooden bridge, crossing it towards the chapel. He made a bow before the Golden Serpent and with the aid of a warrior, took of the heavy hide that sheltered him from the cold. He went completely naked with his body painted in red ocher. A string of human teeth girthed his forehead just below his baldhead. With premeditated parsimony, he unrolled the python from his neck and unbuckled a diamond from a brooch that hung of a golde

) "Do you know when I'll be able to meet the High Priest?" "It will be tomorrow, Your Majesty. The High Priest is currently occupied with the citizens of the town. Every day, he wishes them well and hopes that everyone on this small island may be happy and healthy." Luke smiled warmly as he explained. "The High Priest name is Josiah Lavelle, he is formerly a noble, right?" I asked according to the information I received, and Luke nodded. Josiah is Baron Lavelle's second child who took a different path than his family, gaining the rank of High Priest at such a young age because everyone believes Josiah always seemed to know everything.

He was the only one who could defy the king’s orders and was expected to follow the Moon Goddess’s commands. “I don’t understand. Are you sure it’s the same diamond!” The king was annoyed because the priest was not even a little bit intimidated by him. “This diamond has been under our protection for a long time, sire.” The priest replied patiently, “Our generations have been doing it since it was sent on the earth. It’s with me for the last three generations.” “Then what do you think can be the reason?” he didn’t want to face his son who had disappointment written all over his face.

The stench of rotting magic filled the pristine starscape as the High Priestess fully emerged from the jagged fissure. She didn't look human anymore. Her skin was a patchwork of gray, necrotic tissue held together by pulsing veins of toxic green fire. She leaned heavily on a staff carved from the femur of a Lycan, her hollow eyes locking onto the First Crown hovering above my head. "Centuries," she hissed, her voice sounding like grinding tombstones. "I have waited centuries for the Crown to reveal itself. Give it to me, little Vessel, and I might let your mutt of a husband die a quick death."

Feeling helpless, Samuel touched his head and said awkwardly, "I know these things can't compare with the Divine Beauty Pearl, but I have tried my best to buy all the treasures in the auction house. There are many good things inside, Ningyue..." Ningyue raised her head and looked at Samuel. "So are you planning to compensate me with all these?" Samuel nodded. Ningyue smiled coldly, "The Divine Beauty Pearl is the heirloom of our Jade Palace, and it is something that we disciples have protected with our lives for generations. You lost it, and now you want to compensate me with these broken pieces? Chief, are you kidding me?"

"That usually shuts them up faster than a silver-violet blast." I looked down at my hand, where the Grounding Stone ring caught the afternoon sun. The shard of red earth from Uyo was still vibrant, pulsing with a deep, contented crimson that served as my permanent anchor. A year ago, I was a secretary in a blood-red suit, fighting for a raise and my life in a boardroom filled with monsters. Today, I was the COO of a global empire and the High Priestess of a resurrected line that stretched back to the dawn of the wolf.

"For three generations, there were no daughters. The debt was forgotten, or so they thought. Then, your mother had you." "That’s why they want me," I said, the realization hitting me like a physical blow. "The High Priest isn't protecting me from the General. He’s trying to finish the deal. He’s going to give me to the Northern King to stop the siege." "He thinks it will buy him another hundred years of power," the Keeper said. "He doesn't care about you. He doesn't care about the people. He only cares about the walls." I looked at the talisman on the desk. It looked different now. It didn't look like a symbol of protection; it looked like a brand.

Davian was sitting behind the desk, looking impossibly handsome in his dark suit, his jacket discarded over his chair as he reviewed thick legal folders. Hearing me enter, he looked up. The cold, dangerous look in his eyes instantly softened the moment his gaze landed on me. I offered him a small, nervous smile, stepping closer to his desk. "Davian..." "Corvina," he said, his deep voice filling the quiet room. "What is it?" My fingers tightly clutched the edge of my bag. I unzipped the front pocket, pulled out the heavy silver blood-talisman necklace the High Priestess had crafted, and held it out toward him.