Priestes Of The Moon 소설 & 이야기

A werewolf is an ancient European mythological creature in the form of half human and half wolf, the werewolf will form like a normal human in general and will turn into a fierce wolf when the full moon is. Yesran changed the sheets of the book. The Goddess of the Moon, the Goddess worshiped by the werewolves. Yesran took a breath, she remembered Melia saying that Yesran was a special child of the Moon Goddess. What does it mean? Having not found the answers to all the questions in her mind, Yesran continued reading the book.

Dusk raises a finger and the tip of it glows white. I quickly close the door and flip on the light switch. "Well...that's terrifying," Ameer mutters underneath his breath. I forgot to ask Melanie what his gift is, and it was scarier than I thought it would be. The Moon Goddess really didn't think things through when she was giving out powers to them. Like what even was her criteria? There was no way Melanie is in anyway similar to these psychos. "What are you doing here?" I ask through gritted teeth.

Then a voice rose from the chaos — low, commanding, and cruelly calm. “Stand down!” The Priest of the Moon stepped from the shadows, his silver robes streaked with blood. His hair, white as frost, clung to his face with sweat. In his hands, he held the Moonstaff — a weapon carved with runes that glowed brighter than the moon itself. He raised it high, chanting words older than our bloodlines. Silver light poured from the heavens like rain. The feral wolves whimpered, claws digging into the earth as if in prayer. One by one, they fell to their knees, their bodies trembling as the madness drained from their eyes.

Her silver robes shimmered, her gaze sharp and piercing. And then, the air filled with divine energy as the Moon Goddess herself appeared, her form glowing with celestial light. Her silver hair flowed like liquid moonlight, her expression unreadable yet commanding. At her side stood, my mother, the High Priestess, draped in sacred robes, her staff humming with ancient power. Their arrival sent a shockwave through the field, causing Kaelvor’s men to falter in their chanting, fear flashing in their eyes. Even Kaelvor’s smirk stiffened, his amusement fading.

Claire and Colton were siblings—and his aunt, Elena, had been moon-kissed. "You're Claire's brother," Channary whispered, the realization hitting her like a blow to the chest. Her lips parted as she turned it over in her head, piecing it together. "Your aunt was moon-kissed." Colton's eyes met hers again, drawn in like a tide to the moon. The air shimmered faintly between them, the pull undeniable. But Channary broke the spell first. She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and asked coldly, "What are you doing in my house?"

Dante's POV The light show surrounding us gradually faded as the Moon Priestess lowered her hands, the gold and red returning to invisibility though I could still feel the bond humming stronger than ever between Vera and me. The priestess smiled, something rare for her ancient weathered face, and raised her voice one final time. "By the power of the Moon Goddess and witnessed by all gathered here, I declare these two blessed mates in the eyes of the divine. What the goddess has joined, let no wolf separate."

The air in the hall turned freezing, and a low, unnatural hum vibrated through the floorboards. "What is this?" Nathan roared, his face turning red with fury. "Jessica, what are you doing?" The High Priest stepped back, staring at us with a pale face. He looked at our hands, then up at the skylight. "The Moon..." the Priest whispered, his voice trembling. "The Moon has rejected this union." "Nonsense!" Nathan stormed toward the old man, grabbing him by his robes. "Fix it! Finish the vows!" "I cannot, Alpha Nathan," the Priest cried out. "The bond doesn't match! This marriage is against the Moon’s will. She has spoken. The Princess is already matched to another. If we proceed, the Moon will r

The clouds started to part and open up the sky while the priest performed the little ritual, and by the time he was done, the sky was void of the heavy clouds… and the moon. Worried mutters filled the space, and it was beginning to piss me off. Sending my displeasure with the matter, the priest ordered that the maidens be brought out. One by one the maidens trooped in, in their similar formal attire and the mark of the crescent moon on their foreheads. “Alpha, I’m afraid something is amiss with the ritual. The moon should be out by now,” the priest bowed and my lips twisted in a frown. The moon was not out, and Soph was not back from checking in on Rune.

*** ㅤ — Meanwhile, in the High Dome… The Priestess is prostrate before the Oracle, hands clasped, and eyes closed, performing her daily prayer to the Moon Goddess… when a sharp pain rises in her chest, cutting, lacerating… making her swallow her words and spit out blood. Arching her back, the Priestess roars, with her eyes rolling back until the irises hide, leaving all white. Tears of blood trickles down the corner of them, and she writhes, with her muscles stiffening in unnatural ways. “Priestess!” The Apostles run to help her, but stop immediately when they hear a low voice, almost in a whisper, like uttering a new prophecy…. “The Beast Lord will walk these lands again… Bringing darkness

They glowed faintly in the moonlight. “She found a way,” the Priestess said softly. “But not one you would wish for.” Before we could ask more, the ground trembled. A low, thunderous sound rolled through the hall. The Priestess stiffened. “It’s begun.” “What’s begun?” I asked. “The alignment,” she whispered. “The moons are moving toward unity. The Gate is waking faster than I thought.” Edward drew his weapon instinctively. “Then we stop it.” The Priestess shook her head. “You cannot stop the moons. But perhaps…” She looked at me again, her expression unreadable. “Perhaps you can learn to command what wakes.”