Past High Priest Jewel Novels & Stories

I let my eyes land on Shawna, and I notice her squirming in her chair. “Uh, am I missing something here?” The gold wolf looks between Shawna and Aston, searching for an answer. Aston clears his throat and leans his head back. “High Priestess Topaz and my dad have a… they have a history.” The seconds pass, and she looks like she’s waiting for more. No one offers up any more information, so she sits back in her seat. “Wwwhat do you mean, tap into your previous connection?” I sigh and focus my gaze on Shawna.

Katty turned, and behind her stood the High Priest, armed with a sword, with more men behind him. Katty opened her mouth, but one glance from the High Priest made her shut it immediately. She retreated behind him like a scared lamb. The High Priest was not the same as the one twenty years ago. The old man had long passed, and now the mantle rested on the shoulders of his young son...a man in his early thirties. One glance...and Kael did not like him. “Your mate will have to come with us,” High Priest Soren Acle, son of the late Priest Mordecia Acle, announced.

He had only checked one of the chalices, that which belonged to queen Nora, and when he saw the glowing color, he didn’t bother to check the next. Now, he knows that there was a problem as two is the chalices carried the same thing, and the result can only be maintained if one of them has a moonstone with them. The high priest walked to them, “Please, give me a minute, Your highness,” he requested and turned to Blair, “Please stretch out your hand,” he said and placed a small stone on Blair’s hand. He waited for minutes before turning to Nora, “Please stretch out your hand,” he said and took the stone from Blair’s hand and placed it on Nora’s hand.

Alistair's POV The Great Hall was a sea of faces, but my focus was entirely on the woman walking beside me. Lena’s hand was small in mine, yet her grip was steady. She wore the crimson velvet like she had been born to it, though I knew the weight of the rubies around her neck was taxing her strength. It looked like it was getting on her nerves too, I chuckled internally. We reached the dais. The High Priest stood between the two empty thrones, holding the Ancient Crown of Valerius which was a heavy circle of black iron and raw diamonds. To his left sat the Queen’s Crown, a more delicate gold piece set with blood-red rubies.

Juwai! Are you nuts? How could you do a thing like that? Don't you have the slightest respect for your elders? When are you going to change this irritating attitude of yours?" Hajiya Azumi bellowed Angrily. "O geeezzzz! Here she comes again with her preaching, please and please Azumi don't lecture me. Please, right now am not in the mood to listen. Just taste what she called pepper soup. How dare she give me a food without much pepper in it? She knows my taste why then will she do the contrary?”

Marcus barked. Instantly, the High Priest raised both hands toward the sky. He chanted the final words. As the runes glowed, something else glowed. It was the golden anklets. The one Rain wore. And the second one Alvin had brought to him. It had fallen when they dragged him out of their bed. At first, no one noticed. So the High Priest went on. As he recited the last words, Rain's lips curled, and both his eyes darkened.

In the center of the mercury pool, a figure was rising. It wasn't Sarah. And it wasn't the Void. It was a man draped in the silver-and-white robes of the High Priests of the First City—a sect that was supposed to have died out a thousand years ago. He held a staff topped with a shard of the Moon, and his eyes were voids of pure, calculated intelligence. "The Argentum Prime has been found," the man said, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. "But the blood is thin. The 'Inversion' was a clumsy tool for such a delicate task."

He held a staff topped with a rotating iron sphere that hummed with a resonance-dampening frequency. “Peace, children of the faith,” the High Priest intoned. His voice was melodic, practiced, and utterly devoid of human warmth. He gestured to Kael, who was now clutching his chest, his vision blurring as the absorbed blight fought his own internal biology for supremacy. “The heavens have sent us a miracle. And like all miracles, this vessel is far too dangerous to be left in the hands of the secular crown.” “He is under my protection,” Julian shouted, his voice cracking. “He is a citizen of this house, and he is sick!”

So, she wasn’t going anywhere far from me, Beside me, Pearl stood beaming with victorious triumph. Every second next to her made my stomach turn, my inner wolf clawing at my ribs in revulsion. "If any present knows of just cause why these two souls should not be joined in sovereign union," the High Priest’s voice echoed through "let them speak now, or forever hold their peace." Not surprisingly, there was no objection. Pearl shifted slightly, a smug, cruel smile playing on her painted lips as she turned her head to look into my eyes, waiting for the ring to be slipped onto her finger.

“The young visitor was about to show us the relic that she has so kindly safeguarded for us all these years.” Clarissa would not have said she was keeping it safe for them. But it was not a point worth arguing. Instead, she reached into her shirt and pulled out the pendant. She meant to reveal the one the purple sage gave her but her finger hooked on the actual key. It dangled between her breasts on the chain Centra gave her. Everyone, including Stefan, gawked at it with surprise. The werecats murmured reverently. Awe radiated through their voices. “It has come home to us.” The oldest werecat stated. “Our leaders were so young when the relic was lost that many would not remember its magnific