Priestes Of The Moon Novels & Stories

He looked like a predator waiting to strike. Father led me forward. My hands shook so badly I feared I might drop the small bouquet they had pressed into my fingers. Valerian’s presence grew heavier with every step. The air itself seemed thicker around him. We reached the altar as Father placed my hand in Valerian’s. The moment our skin touched, a jolt ran through me. His hand felt large, warm, and unyielding. He said nothing and I kept my head lowered as instructed. The High Priest began the ancient rite under the blood moon. Sacred flames flickered in stone bowls around us. He spoke of the Moon Goddess, of unity between packs, of blood and bond. I barely heard the words. My heart hammered

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.”

Vega explained before turning away. "Have you guys ever wondered why Daemons were suddenly appearing out of nowhere?" she asked again, turning to face them again. They were intrigued by her statement and stared at her. "Do you recall the historical event that occurred decades ago?" she inquired. Except for Dove and Teresa, they all looked at her with puzzled expressions. Dove rolled her eyes, she said, "The moon goddess, Selene, bestowed upon this empire the appearance of a woman known as the moon priestess. She was the first and only moon priestess to appear, and she was extremely powerful."

"Who’s there? The inner courtyard is restricted after midnight." ​An old woman stepped out from beneath the low-hanging branches. She was incredibly frail, her body hunched over a gnarled wooden staff. She wore the ancient, faded white robes of a Moon Priestess—an order of spiritual guides that had mostly gone extinct after the Crimson Dominion centralized the temples under royal control. Her face was a roadmap of deep wrinkles, but her eyes were completely white, clouded over with cataracts, yet they seemed to look straight through Seraphina’s skin. ​"The wolves of this age look only at the dirt," the old priestess whispered, her blind eyes fixed precisely on Seraphina’s face. "They see a w

“Victor found me. And he took me in. Of course, he had his own agenda. Nobody does anything for free and the shelter he provided me with had a cost with it.” I frowned, “He is a priest, right? I thought he took you to an orphanage run by the Church or something.” He scoffed, “Rubbish. He is not a priest of Christ. He is the worshiper of the Moon Goddess.” My mouth formed an O with the information I got. I had noticed the half-moon pendant on his chain and how his eyes had turned white like the moon. “I didn’t know that there were priests who worshiped the Moon Goddess.”

Then he said the word. ’Priestess’