Past High Priest Jewel Novels & Stories

Evander “What do you mean?” Williams extends the bracelet toward me. The crystals are dull, completely lifeless in the light. “These were supposed to glow in the presence of any Maiden of the Eclipse. That’s how we were going to find another one.” I take the bracelet and turn it over in my palm. It feels ordinary. Empty. I stare at them, not sensing anything out of them. The whole idea suddenly seems absurd. “You’ve been deceived.” “High Priestesses do not lie,” he answers quietly. “They are only known for omission of truth.”

“She used to come to my salon, you know. I knew she was into something shady.” Yes, of course you did—everyone ‘always knew’ after the media ran the story. Multiple sexual assaults. Including Idaho. Jim’s head snapped up. “Which doctor? How did they find out?” Dana’s hot pink mop bobbed, pleased to be the bearer of such momentous news and that finally Jim was catching on. “Johan Something. I forget exactly. It’s right there.” She pointed to a paragraph in the article, loose ash from her cigarette dropping onto it. “Some IT wizard the hospital hired from out of state connected him to Prestwich and the stolen kits. Isn’t that wild?” Her eyes went wide looking at his face. “Are you okay, Jimmy?

He pushed the stone. He stepped out into a room filled with incense and the smell of old paper. The High Priest was there. But he wasn't alone. Charlotte Reed was kneeling on the floor, her hands bound behind her back. Her face was bruised, her lip split. "Ah," the High Priest said. He didn't look surprised. He looked satisfied. "The lamb arrives right on schedule." "Where is Ethan?" Noah demanded, raising the dagger. "He's exactly where he needs to be," the Priest said. He stood up, and for the first time, Noah saw the silver collar around the Priest's own neck. It was identical to his own. "Telling the mob exactly what they want to hear."

she stands from the chair and walks over to the kitchen bringing in a tray with her she places it on the table pours two cups for the teapot and places one I front of me “just a special blend of calming tea dear I have a lot to share with you today” I take a sip and it’s a fine mixture of bitter and sweet with an earthy taste to it. The high priestess clears her throat. “My darling I need the pendant around your neck it was a gift from myself and coven the night of your birth but I need to take it back and replace it with this black tourmaline necklace the energy in your necklaces needs to be renewed and released. This necklace I gift you is to ward off any ill spirits, intentions or spells

The candles burned black, and the stained-glass windows no longer merely reflected the moonlight; they seemed to leak it, as if the sky itself was bleeding into the room. The priestess stood at the altar's heart, arms lifted high. Her voice flowed through the chamber like smooth oil, weaving words that seemed to stretch into infinity, syllables older than any scripture. Giovanni watched from behind her. Dressed in a new suit as dark as obsidian, he wore a relic around his neck—a jagged, hollow medallion etched with the same spiral symbol found in the book of hollow. “How long until she breaks?” he asked. Though the priestess continued her chant, her voice shifted slightly, like a melody deep

I let it drop into a crystal vial Dorian held ready. "Let’s go," I commanded. "The High Priest is waiting." The Hidden Temple was a vast space carved directly into the mountain rock, lit by a thousand flickering blue candles. The High Priest, a man so old he looked like he was there when the temple was made, didn't seem surprised to see us. He took the vial of my blood and the ancient scroll. "You seek to subvert the laws of nature, young King," the Priest rumbled, his voice echoing in the hollow space.

Feinheim is the keeper of the five most powerful gems in the Universe. That is why it has the authority to run the affairs of the other four worlds. On the day of solar eclipse, the leaders of the five worlds will gather along with the current gem Possessors and the gems will choose their keepers; someone who is worthy of the power of the gem. Decades ago, the red gem chose Nicole from World Feinheim, the yellow gem chose Nikki from World Jotunine and the White gem chose Nora from World Alasda.

He tried calling her, “Darina, what about our brotherhood?” “You should have inquired that yourself, Shahin,” Darina riposted. She left the place without looking back. Shahin trembled in the urgency to convince Basiliskus again to side with him. “But Satrap Basiliskus, you know that my great-grandfather is a king. By now, I am the real possessor of the crown. You should have set your allegiance to me even if you do not aim to set out Gilan from Clapestris.”

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

“A celestial binding relic. One capable of suppressing the wearer’s powers.” The High Priestess’s gaze flickered to him, measuring. “You understand the risk? Such items do not discriminate between souls.” “I do.” She turned, moving toward a stone chest at the back of the chamber. From within, she withdrew a delicate chain forged from pale, shimmering metal. At its center hung a small crystalline pendant that seemed to hold starlight within it. “This was crafted during the last Blood Moon convergence,” she said. “It binds the magic of whoever wears it. Severely.”