Priestes Of The Moon Novels & Stories

I hadn't noticed the seventh elder until she spoke, her accent strange and unfamiliar as her words rang clear throughout the lecture hall. "We are gathered to speak on many topics today, such as trade, infrastructure, and the exchange of titles," she said calmly before taking a seat at the end of the semi-circle table. "Who is she?" I asked Rowan. Rowan leaned towards me, whispering. "She's the High Priestess of the Church of the Moon Goddess. The Church has its own representative on the council. That way, there is never a split vote." "Ah, I see," I said, my mouth feeling a little numb.

I thought about Kai and his stubbornness, about the way he dismissed the moon worshippers as frauds and fanatics. Maybe this was why. Maybe their neglect had turned this once-great place into a fading relic. We were finally brought to a dimly lit chamber, where the high priestess knelt alone. She was an older woman, her face lined with age but her posture still as straight as an arrow. She wore an intricate robe that shimmered like moonlight, and atop her head rested a delicate crown shaped like a crescent moon. She was praying in deep concentration, her fingers weaving through strange hand signs I could not comprehend.

My throat tightened as I whispered, “But how, Mom? How can you even do that if you’re fading? How will you heal me?” There was a pause, then her voice returned, steadier, filled with that old certainty she always carried. “Because I am a priestess of the Moon Goddess. My powers may not be as strong as a witch’s, but they have always been enough to protect our family. Our line has been devoted to the Moon Goddess for generations. Every prayer, every offering, every whispered hymn under the night sky, it has all been for her. And I believe, with all that I am, that the Goddess will help me now. That she will bless you through me.”

"Good Evening, I apologize for the delay but with it being two minutes before midnight and the blood moon already making her descent, I would love to get started if I could have everyone's attention, please. " All the outer court members squared their shoulders and gave a slight bow to their high priestess. Mom reached her hand out to our father. Walking towards her, he took her hand before she spoke. "Your High Priestess and High Priest are here this evening to invite Maisie, Melia, and Margot Kingston to become official members and dedicants of the Crescent Moon Coven with the blessing of our elders and the acknowledgment of our inner and outer court members." Right on cue, the elders stoo

I kept my head down, my eyes fixed on the dirt beneath my worn boots, praying no one would notice I was even there. The air thrummed with anticipation. The scent of pine and fresh earth mixed with the nervous energy of hundreds of wolves. The Moon Priest, an ancient figure with a voice like rustling leaves, stepped forward. Silence fell, heavy and absolute. He raised his arms, his eyes closed, and began the ancient chants, invoking the Moon Goddess, calling upon her blessing for the unions to come. The chant resonated through the clearing, a deep, primal hum that seemed to vibrate in my very bones.

I snarled, and my wolf answered. Power rolled through me, sudden and fierce, drowning out the whispers around us. White fur burst from nowhere, a halo of light erupting from my skin until the world blurred at the edges. Even the Moon Priestess bowed, shocked by a force she had never witnessed. The silence broke into a chant, reverent and thunderous. “All hail the hybrid Moon Priestess—the one who lived and will rule the supernatural realm!” the Priestess proclaimed, and every head bowed. “All hail her!” the palace echoed; their voices rose like a tide, filling the impossible space with its own gravity.

The moon nuns are female wolves who spend their whole lives in servitude to the moon goddess. The group is presided over by the moon priestess who happened to hold the highest power in the land. I turned to them because I had no other choice. The moon priestess had the power to remove an Alpha or dissolve a pack if the need be. If the Alpha who has been instructed to abdicate refused to comply with the order of the wolf summit,he would be cursed and that would be the end of his life.

beyond the moon. The Lunar Cult’s hidden rebellion hadn't been extinguished, it had merely gone underground. ‘Mother,’ Lucian’s voice whispered in my mind, his tiny hand reaching out to grab the air, ‘the water is rising, the Moon-Priests are calling the Kraken of the Abyss.’ I looked toward the Great Sea that bordered the Zenith City, the horizon was no longer purple, it was turning a bruised, oily black, the Lunar Cult, realizing they could no longer control the land, were reaching for the depths.

The crescent moon smiles down below. Ignorant of the world below. The stars glow, and the moon shines. A tear falls from your eye. The moon smiles a slim, thin grin. Now our story truly begins. Chapter Three: Secrets Revealed “Angelica, you need to calm down,” Astra called from her broom as she descended from the sky and jumped to the ground. Her broom collapsed into a pocket-sized hand broom. Angelica growled at Astra as she moved to a lunge to attack. Astra grabbed the broken necklace from the ground, and it turned into a magic lasso. She dodged Angelica’s attack as the lasso wrapped around angelicas neck, forming a new chain.

I hope to see Douglas soon, Lucinda would surely take care of him. To evade suspicion and being noticed, I changed to an alien maid. I would totally fit in with my new nature. As an alien maid, you belonged to the black moon. The black moon is the dark version of the real golden moon, here the dark queen resides with her aliens, most of those she sent to enforce her will and rule on the world. I'm a spirit that stands on the side of light while she stands on the side of darkness. Her celestial name is Devon, no one knows this except her children who are witches and hybrids, with both witch and vampire nature, in the world. One of them is Pandora who is her direct descendant. I can sense her