Priestes Of The Moon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She summoned more packs swearing their loyalty to the Aletha wolf pack. “Get the prophet.” Clarissa ordered Adira who immediately did as she was told and went to get the prophet that had prophesied Valerie’s birth. “What is going on?” Clarissa asked the prophet who was already standing in front of her, in fear. The prophet laughed for a while before finally speaking. “Glory to the moon goddess.” He shouted. “The Prophecy is coming to pass.” He continued. “Rest assured Suprema, Valerie would be perfectly alright. She’s simply absorbing all of the powers meant for her....” The Prophet said.

I mumbled. He turned around and looked at her legs, touching them. Xavier did his best to control himself. "She was bit by a forsaken," Lucas announces, pointing to a mark on her thigh. I look at it and it was indeed a forsaken bite. Their bites are extremely venomous and can kill even adult wolves in a matter of minutes, even alphas. You can tell the difference between the bites in human form because the skin started to decay. My heart drops. Forsaken wounds were impossible to cure, even if you were an alpha or alpha heir. Only the Moon Goddess herself could save you if you had been bitten or scratched deep enough. "She probably won't last any longer than a few hours. Who is she?"

Memories from when I was told about my father’s death strike painfully through my head. "You... mediate in order to communicate with the Moon Goddess. If you train enough, you can use that to establish a link between others with the same ability. It’s an ability gifted to High Priestesses of the Moon, but it can be teached to others." Damon explains, surprised by my confusion. “High Priestesses?” I remember the Moon Goddess mentioning them, but no matter how much I researched in the pack library, I only found passing mentions.

The divine priests or priestesses could bless a wedding and perform an incantation to the pieces of jewelry, depending on what the owner wants. It could be an incantation piece of jewelry that could conceal the wearer's scent, change appearance, protection, accelerate healing, and so much more. Being a divine priest or priestess means being a messenger to the Moon Goddess. The divine priests or priestesses were those people who practiced seeking knowledge and message or revelation from a deity which was our Moon Goddess. I came across the Moon Goddess statue settling in the corner of the room. That statue had drawn me to come near it since I arrived here. I tried to ignore it, but it kept dr

Alpha of the Moon’s Grace. My heart beats. Priestess. Alpha. Both. I move to the next. A man this time—broad-shouldered, with regal features and a calm strength in his expression. There’s a softness around the eyes that mirrors the woman’s. Mother and son. Mathew Castellanos, 14th Priest. Alpha of the Moon’s Grace. My fingers graze the edge of the frame as I move on. The faces change gradually over time—some stern, some kind, all robed in the same ceremonial garb. There are dozens of them. Generations of leaders. Of Priests. Of Castellanos blood.

steeling myself for whatever fate awaited me. My pulse thundered in my ears, and for a moment, I thought my heart might burst. But then, the air changed.A gasp rippled through the warriors behind me. My eyes snapped open, and I froze. Before me stood a figure unlike anything I’d ever seen. Her presence was overwhelming, her form cloaked in radiant light that shimmered like liquid silver. Her eyes glowed with a deep, celestial blue, and her robes seemed to ripple as though woven from moonlight itself. The chamber was silent, except for the sound of her voice, which resonated like the chime of a thousand bells.“The Moon Goddess has heard your pleas,” she said, her voice calm yet commanding, “

His posture was straight and his face unreadable, but I could feel the tension radiating from him like a storm. Beside him was my mother whose hands were clasped tightly in front of her, her lips moving silently as if she was praying. In front of me was the High Priestess. Her white robes flowed like mist, silver markings painted across her forehead. Her eyes were distant, as though she was already halfway in another realm. She raised her arms slowly and the crowd lowered into silence immediately. Her voice rang out, sharp and sacred. “Tonight, we stand beneath the gaze of the Moon Goddess tonight to bless our future leader.” She turned toward me. “Elias Thorne of Silverhaven Pack…”

The celestial heat pushed outward, burning away twisted trees and tearing through that sickly purple sky with straight-up rays of absolute divine light. The High Priestess shrieked, stumbling back, her ethereal body burning where the light touched her. “I am the First Moon,” I commanded, my voice rolling like thunder across the collapsing spirit realm. “I am the mother of predators. You do not hunt my pack. You do not touch my mind. And you never threaten my children.” I lifted my hand, building a massive, crackling spear out of concentrated starlight, and I drove it straight into her chest. The impact smashed her spirit into a million pieces of glowing purple glass.

Orav can't see behind the wall of vines, but she heard the child's cry as well as the weeping of the mother and that made her feet colder than it already is. Then, her mind felt a poke. A soft one, at first, but it quickly became a jab when she attempt to block the link. Her wrath resurfaced when she heard the voice. And slowly, the large beast approaches her, golden eyes slits with hunger. "Aidi tur'as kaisi, Bayah?" Can't you see it, Bayah? His voice is cold and taunting, addressing her for the rightful title in their native tongue. Bayah. The highest oracle. The conduit of the moon's power. Yet, as respectful as her title was, he say it with such mockery.

The heartbeat of the supernatural universe. “Are you ready?” she asked. But it wasn't really a question. It was a declaration. A supernatural destiny was about to unfold. And I was at the center of it. The transformation was intense. My supernatural core—whatever that was—was being rewritten. Restructured. Transformed. Magical frequencies that had always existed just beyond my perception were now crystal clear. I could see them. Feel them. Understand them. “Azrael, his hunters, and rogues,” the Moon Goddess said. The words hung in the magical space. “They are more than just a threat.”