Priestes Of The Moon Novels & Stories

A bitter, broken chuckle escaped my throat, tasting like ash. "Is this why my life has been hell? All the nights I cried myself to sleep, wondering what I had done to deserve such cruelty? All the times I prayed for mercy that never came?" The Priestess stopped near the Oracle and turned back. "The Moon Goddess is not our creator but our guardian. When a guardian is upset, nothing can help you. Your parent, a Moon Servant, was not supposed to have a child." Levante looked confused. "What are you trying to say? Moon Servants’ descendants… are they not their children?"

She didn’t look in their direction, nor did she make any move to suggest she was aware of anything, but she knew, instinctively, that they would definitely try something stupid. The rites continued, with Damon lifting his arms devotedly, raising his voice as he called on the moon goddess to bless the pack and bind them in unity and strength. The priests and priestesses moved together too, with their staff striking the ground in a synchronized rhythm. The voice of the high priestess soon joined Damon’s own, and for a moment, the whole atmosphere seemed to be alive with divine light. The moon was directly above, brighter than ever, and the crowd murmured in awe.

Through priests who vanish from sanctums overnight. By dawn, the city knows. The King is hunting. Not criminals. Not rebels. Moon collaborators. I take a priest from the outer sanctum next. He hides behind etched wards and whispered prayers, hands shaking as moonlight flickers across his face. “The Moon protects...” he begins. The bond snarls at the sound. I step through the ward like it is fog. His eyes widen. “That’s not possible.” I put my hand through his chest. His heart beats once in my grip before I crush it.

, I didn't really want to refer to him as a vampire because I wasn't really sure if he was one, given the fact that he was transformed through Calipsu's magic or whatever, " like, how did she do it?" " I don't really think that question is as important as why she was able to do it?" He was right. " You see", he continued, " I know you think that all the creatures of the underworld were created out of nothing by the Moon Goddess, but that isn't true; at least most it. The Moon Goddess didn't create us out of nothing like the Sun God. In fact, she didn't create us at all", he gave me a moment to digest all that unfathomable information before going on. " The creatures of the underworld were cr

he murmured, more to himself. “Confirmed, sir. Chief Molnar is leading them. They requested silence and formality. They brought ritual items… And two priestesses of the Moon. They requested permission to perform the Rite of Blessing to the Womb still today.” Dmitry stood up, imposing. The dark suit seemed to shine with subtle golden reflections beneath his skin. The Lycan God was in complete silence inside, but not calm. He roared. Not with rage, but with pride. “They came to kneel. They came to see the woman who carries the new cycle. They came because they know: the night has changed forever.”

"And a temple filled with sexy priestesses on top of that," "I've told you already, Jerry, behave yourself. They are not priests or priestesses, they are more like lunatics obsessed with the moon goddess and werewolves. They keep records of everything related to werewolves, especially. They are creepy fools who believe that bearing the child of their "priest" or "saints" is a blessing and an honour." Drix explained angrily. "I swear, they are insane. The priest fucks all the women in there and they find it an honour to be chosen to warm his bed and bear him children,"

I replied. "It's good that you brought Stella's mother home. I have been meaning to tell you how the ritual works. I know you loved her daughter a lot. Bringing her back won't be difficult…." I didn't let him finish when I cut in, "father, I already know about it," I said. "I know you knew about It with the way you kept her body… It must be done under the full moon. The full moon is just in two days. I hope you know how to handle it all," he said.

Waylon put Dante’s food in the microwave and sat down beside Caiden who was waiting for him. Waylon looked at Caiden and asked, “Are you going to pray or me?” “I will,” Caiden said excitedly. They held hands and bowed their heads, “Moon Goddess, thank you for the hands that prepared the food today and I ask that you bless all the werewolves and give them something to eat and drink every day, hail the Moon Goddess.” “Hail the Moon Goddess,” Waylon repeated. Caiden and looked at his uncle, “Taste it.”

"You, uneducated kids, should know your places." Manjiro bravely defended us from the young priest's cheap menace. I transfer the enchast underneath me to that priest and it shakes his balance. "Stop this. We will not achieve anything if we continue disputing." I pulled the couple out of this room. "Let's think about the solution rather than the problem." "You are the problem, Moon Priestess," the old priest isn't through barking. "All of the moon's servants are condemned because of you."

“Emily, I know you might not like me… or perhaps even see me as an antagonist to your feelings toward the king. That's why I'm here, to make certain things clear to you, so that you'd understand better. Her words made me tense. My stomach tightened, a sinking feeling settling in. I had a sense this wasn’t going to end well. She continued. “Your relationship with Malric will ruin him.” My heart skipped a painful beat, but I forced myself to keep listening. “Maybe you don’t know… I’m a priestess of the Moon Order. And part of my duty is to keep the throne in order according to the goddess’s wishes.” Her eyes bored into mine, unyielding. “If something goes wrong with the throne, it affects the