Past High Priest Jewel Novels & Stories

"Wedding gift? What wedding gift?" "Last month, Jeff told me that he was short on money for the renovation of the marital home and wanted me to cover it first. He said he'd pay me back after the wedding, so I transferred the money to him. It was 8,000 dollars in total," Natalie said in a trembling voice. Rosalie's face turned deathly white. "Jeffrey Coleman, give me back that 8,000 dollars right now." Jeffrey kept his head down and didn't move. His voice was barely audible when he muttered, "I can't."

Sophia said holding the bracelet and feeling it's smoothness oh her palm. The bracelet was exquisitevely carved from green emerald gem. It had a purplish lustre at the edges. If this simple bracelet was taken back to her world,it would cost billions of dollars. it was breathtakingly captivating. Raphael could tell that she had a good taste of jewel. Though it appeared like a simple and Normal bracelet,he knew that this was the special bracelet personally designed by the infamous demon Flavious. He was the renown jeweler in the whole of Crescentia which was the demon's territory. He was responsible for all jewels in the royal demon family.

“The Diadem of Promise? But the Goddess showed me a necklace–” “Jewelry can be repurposed. The Diamond of Faith belonged to the Goddess’ crown in the temple from what Maddox said.” “The wizard from KiloKilo is doing all of this over a diadem? A freaking tiara?” “If it’s anything like the diamond, it’s not just a tiara,” he says flatly as we start to close the distance between us and Maddox. “Did Antony ever mention an heirloom–” “No,” I say, choking on the words. Could Antony be hiding something? Had he been hiding something this whole time? Did he have the necklace we’ve been tasked with finding?

” I lectured. ”Noted.” she said then pouts. I was about to talk when the waitress came back with our orders and without wasting any second, we started to eat and some talks. I was enjoying the food and our talk when I hear a voice. ‘Priestess...’ I automatically looked around to find any suspicious person but nothing. Not until my eyes went to a figure of a man wearing a black coat that seems like it was from a magazine that feautures the Victorian style of clothing, his hat that covers half of his face only showing the tip of his nose and his lips. But what caught me off-guard is his creepy smile that sent shivers to my whole body. Then he said the word... ’Priestess’

“High Priest. Now that things have come to this, will you finally tell me what this so-called sacred relic truly is?” The air inside the carriage turned thick and stifling. Even the howling wind outside seemed to pause for a moment. Staring at the diary, the old High Priest’s eyes flickered with struggle. She sighed, her withered fingers brushing the moonlight crystal atop her scepter. “It is no Dark Blood relic.” “It is a fragment of the Star-Locking Seal.” Eira straightened her back sharply. “The Star-Locking Seal?” The High Priest nodded, her voice lowered for fear of awakening some slumbering evil.

The moment it left my body, it became incredibly fragile. "This is the Princess's protective charm. The high priest says he can use a retrocognition spell to show its last impressions." Alaric took the tray, his pale fingers trembling uncontrollably. Seraphina would never have destroyed something he gave her so easily. "Fix this damned thing for me! Find a way, now!" A moment later, the high priest projected the reconstructed images before Alaric. Broken fragments of light flickered to life, showing the last few images the pendant had received.

’ And, I add to myself, if the tradition of using dhampirs to strengthen the line began with him, he was also the current Prince’s great-grandfather. Annia nods. In the sanctuary of the shrine, the silence is oppressive, unnatural. The interior surfaces have all been worn away by millennia of visitors and obsessive polishing, all smooth stone and glossy gold. A small altar lies at the centre, upon which lies a box carved entirely out of a dark, faceted material that I recognise immediately as sapphire. I smell that strange salty-and-flowers scent again. I frown. Could it be the high priestess? Only, I always thought the high priestess kept mainly to the Westminster temple. I walk forward to

“We will see. Please, just call me Olwyn. We’ve known each other long enough that we can drop the formalities.” “Are you calling about the talismans?” I gave the necklace and watch to the High Priestess in hopes that we could figure out who created the enchantments on them. It wasn’t a priority, so I told her to take her time. We have to figure out who’s creating items that are interfering with the mate bonds of werewolves. “I wish I were calling about that. I’m still looking into that issue, by the way. We’ve had a lot of things going on lately so I haven’t been able to devote my full attention to that.”

She looked up at me, pale, “You’re insane!” “Not at all.” I said softly, eyes never leaving hers, “I had it crafted from jewels sometime before I came here, and it was made by Richard Piccardo, so it really was expensive.” Richard Piccardo was one of the most famous jewellers in Imperial City, and he loved works that had ominous meanings. So getting him to do this wasn't very hard, “I have heard a lot about you and thought about the most suitable gift I should give you. I thought hard about this gift, so you should like it, don't you? It looks just like you.”

While Aethermoor cannot provide the tribute you demand without destroying our people, I offer something far more precious than gold or grain. I offer you the hand of my daughter, Princess Eryndra Nightveil, in marriage. She is nineteen years old, pure of heart and noble of blood, trained in all the graces befitting a queen. A union between our kingdoms would benefit us both and demonstrate your mercy to the world. I await your response with humble respect. King Aldric Nightveil of Aethermoor His hand was shaking so badly by the end that his signature was barely legible. He sealed the letter with trembling fingers, his heart breaking with every movement.