Past High Priest Jewel Novels & Stories

another man shouted and this began a price war and in the end the first jade was sold for six million. K smiled as she looked at the balance in her bank account. Money was rolling in and this stone was the lowest, what will happen when she cut the high grade one?

She smiled at me, and despite not knowing her, her smile felt comforting and warm despite the mysteriousness hidden beneath it. “Who are you?" I whispered? I barely realized when I spoke as I was solely focused on her. Her jewels gleamed against the falling sun as she moved towards me, I knew that I was in the presence of something powerful She smiled, “I am the High Priestess of this pack, and it is nice to finally meet you, Ariezel.”

"You think that because you’ve claimed your mate, you’ve claimed your soul?" She reached into a hidden compartment beneath her altar and pulled out a small, obsidian-wrapped jar. Inside, a single drop of Jesse’s birth-blood—stolen two decades ago—glowed with a faint, dying violet light. "I am the High Priestess," Morgana snarled, her voice rising until it shook the stalactites. "I am the one who wove the shadows into the Medina’s banks. If the wolves want a war of packs, I will give them a war of gods."

“That’s not an option anymore… There has to be another way.” “Of course you were dying to get that out!!!” She threw her hands up dramatically. “I don't even know what my brother sees in you. If only he could at least listen to me for once and….” "Will you just shut up already?" the High Priestess snapped. "You’re disrupting my focus." "But…." Elizabeth tried to speak again, but the priestess scoffed in annoyance. In one swift motion, she reached into her gown, pulled out a small glowing stone, and before anyone could stop her, she shoved it straight into Elizabeth’s mouth.

She exuded an air of divine authority, her voice ringing out like a bell. “Did this ritual alter the markings of the Great Gods on your body?” Bainer nodded, lifting her sleeve to reveal the swirling patterns now concentrated on her arm. “Abomination!” the Priestess hissed, her voice laced with anger. The crowd’s outrage grew to a deafening roar. “Silence!” Kema struck his staff against the floor, his eyes scanning the room. “Jade, what do you have to say for yourself?” Before I could respond, Professor Usevhar sneered, “What excuse could she possibly offer? Her actions defy the will of the Great Gods. Or is she suggesting that her ways are superior to theirs?”

The Present – The Palace of Ouroboros The rotunda was a scene of carnage and cold. The smell of Valerius's burst eyes and scorched skin was thick, clinging to the heavy velvet cloths used to wrap his body. The Sanguine Machine was a jagged ruin of broken brass. Its primary lever was snapped, the gears shattered. Xalen walked around the High Priest's body. Her boots clicked rhythmically on the stone. She had just been coronated as the new High Priestess. Valerius had been her mentor. A man who was like a father to her after her own father's death.

He dusted it off with trembling hands, his brow furrowed as he looked at the sobbing girl. "Let me meditate on this," he whispered. "Since you hold the jade, I will not let you be bullied. I will protect you." Jenny beamed, grasping his hand with a sudden, entitled grip. "Grandpa, you are truly the Great Lord." Yet the High Lord’s gaze was hollow. His memory was a shattered mirror. He knew the jade belonged to his blood, but the girl before him smelled of deception. He was a prisoner in this den, forbidden from leaving by Jenny's "mercy." Only by returning to the Nixon Citadel could he hope to find the missing shards of his soul.

Chapter 55 – Grace Priest POV A man walks into the room and sits in front of Amara and me. he leans forward and smiles. “So let me tell you a story. You see your husbands hurt a lot of people to take up the crowns past down by their ancestors. A lot of bones hold up the foundation of their reign. You think it's okay for the weak to be trampled on while the strong only grow stronger?" the man asks in anger.

It was neatly polished with fresh flowers and beautiful created words that proved he was someone of a high status before he passed away. “Vicarious Iscariot. There, you are.” I said as I stared at the tomb that was made in the form of an altar. I pushed the tomb open like it was a weightless object as my eyes fell on the rusty necklace that he wore on his bony neck before the pungent smell of flesh left me puking hard. “Disgusting.” I said as I cleaned my mouth before I stood upright. The necklace on his neck looked like any priestly chain you’d see on a high ranking priest but unlike the others, the energy around it was strong and overflowing with negativity that had me excited.