Novel & Cerita Priestes Of The Moon

Louisa's voice dropped to a bitter tone as she continued, "So, I started a rumour that she was a witch, and used some of the powers she exhibited against her to prove my point. She paused, her gaze hardening. "But even after that rumour, Laurie never stopped loving her. I was desperate to destroy her and their marriage. I began searching for any member of her sisterhood, but it was like searching for ghosts. It was very difficult to know who was a moon priestess because they were believed to have gone extinct, following the coup of their predecessors to overthrow the goddess. They were banished then and were killed on sight. Over time, though, the enforcement of that rule relaxed, but they c

Theron “Show your respect to the moon goddess,” the head priest of Eboncrest, Priest Jeff, says. He has said these words to kings before me, and if the elders have their way, he will say them to kings long after I am gone. I lower myself to my knees before him, while the elders stand in a wide circle around us, acting as witnesses to this ceremony, pretending they have power over me at this moment. Security has been tightened across the grounds. Lycans are settling into their assigned tents exactly as planned. Everything is in order.

A Moon Priest, tall, silver-haired, robes shimmering like liquid moonlight, stepped forward from the shadowed colonnade. "These are bold claims indeed," he said in a measured but edged with skepticism tone. He turned toward the assembled council, Lycan elders and priest alike seated in their curved rows. "And this would not be the first time in our ten-thousand-year vigil that someone has appeared claiming the title of Moonwhisperer simply because they possess some unusual ability."

Perhaps my words had hurt her more than I intended. After the ceremony, I would talk to her. In public, she could be the dignified Luna the pack expected. But when we were alone… she could wear whatever she liked—those scandalous little tops, those ridiculous boots. Hell, if she wanted to swing that little riding crop she liked to threaten me with, I’d probably let her. The Moon Priestess stepped forward before the altar, raising the silver staff that symbolized the Moon Goddess. Her voice echoed through the temple. “Under the witness of the Moon Goddess, the marking ceremony shall now begin.”

I never knew pack priest are this breathtaking. He stood on the podium, where he brought out a long booklet, which he rolled opened and flattened on the pulpit. The music went dead, as everyone seems tensed. The great night of the year where unexpected things were meant to happen. The moon shown brighter, signaling to us that the moon goddess has joined the crowd. The charming priest cleared his throat softly, then he commenced with his speech. “Today, the lone wolf will find their mates. The wolves whose mate are lost, by the aid of the moon goddess would surely find a mate tonight.” He stated.

The priest called out for attention from the fanning over each other. We immediately nodded and faced the altar properly. He sighed and murmured. “Lovebirds!” He said, and we chuckled. “I stand before the altar of the goddess, the controller of the moon. The most benevolent mother of nature. The one who hates for us who howl at night and feeds us with her words of encouragement!” He started calling on the moon goddess. “I stand as her son and messenger! And I proclaim these two as one! A couple of Lycans for the rest of their lives!” He declared, and I held Amy tighter.

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.”

” 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’

Their drumming of a wedding match echoed within the walls of the room as my brother led me into the temple. A figure clothed in a dark blue dress and a matching cloak, the colors of the night sky which only the messengers of the Goddess of Moon were allowed to wear, stood at the very centre of the shrine. It was the Shadowmoor Priestess, ready to bind me to Olivia's former betrothed under the ever watchful gaze of the Moon Goddess.

“You broke my rules. Now you pay the price. For the upcoming Moon Goddess Festival, both of you belong to me. You are my Star Envoys.” I step closer to the screen. “The Moon Goddess Festival?” “Yes.” Zaria taps her manicured nails against her desk on the screen. The sound is like a ticking clock. “The theme this year is the ancient deity, Luna. Penelope, you are my lead Star Priestess. You will wear my best piece. The Soul of the Moonwolf.” I fold my arms. “What is it?”