Priestess Idv Novels & Stories

“The human you seek cannot be seen.” Xavier turns, slowly, recognizing the voice of High Priestess Cerava, the eldest of the High Coven. She has not appeared in this realm in centuries, and even now her form is only a shimmer, as if she stands on the edge of both worlds. “The spirits murmur,” she continues, “and what they say displeases me.”

Based on his clothes, he was an old Taoist priest. Sienna and the other party looked at each other. The old Taoist priest smiled and climbed up from the ground. He ignored the dirt on his body, guarded a bird egg with both hands, and explained to Sienna, “It fell. I wasn’t going to steal it. Don’t misunderstand…” It was not necessary for him to explain anything to her. Sienna shook her head, and she did not have the mood to continue walking in anymore. She turned around to leave.

"Personal reasons, elder. I'm afraid I can't elaborate beyond that. But it won't impede on my work, I promise. Now, if you care to tell me what you need my help with?" "This is Josie Puhvel. There is a block on her powers. I would like for you to remove it." "Puhvel?" The priestess' voice turned curious and high. "Never heard of you miss. Who is your mother?" "That information is not necessary to the help I seek. Please remove the block. Now." Lady Piia's voice turned hard. The priestess froze for a second. She coughed awkwardly and waved at the slab behind me. "Of course, elder. As you command. Lie down, please."

The Priestess demanded. Davina gritted her teeth and stepped aside. She turned to me with that same angry stare. "You heard her. Get to the fucking center immediately!" I widened my eyes at her before looking back up at Issa. I should have never let Issa talk me into coming here today. "I don't think I should be doing this. I shouldn't even be here," I muttered shakily as I held on to Issa's hand. "You have every right to be here and partake in the rituals, Yulia. Own it." He smiled at me.

“Whether before the Moon or the blade.” The flicker of torchlight shook across the vaulted ceiling by the Queen Mother roar as the Council chamber murmured with shock and fear. Even though the High Priestess’s proclamation still hung heavy in the air: the Infidelity Mark was divine, permanent—and could even turn to vengeance if Luna Nyma were forced against her will. The stakes were getting higher and costlier than they thought it might be. At a quiet alcove near the throne, Queen Mother Ivora’s elder nanny, Mistress Vandis—once her childhood mentor in courtly ritual—stepped forward, gray hair braided with silver filaments of old blood-magics.

After officially becoming the Priestess, my strength had increased, but it still wasn't enough. He hadn't been trying to hurt my feelings—it was simply the truth. My expertise is divine and spiritual. That's what I was made for: the Priestess, the bridge between the entire werewolf world and the divine goddess. Fighting with the witches from the beginning would be needless and should be avoided unless absolutely necessary. It's better to preserve my strength for when—if—the dark witches manage to break the seal.

Eureka… Something whispered to my mind, like the voice of a woman but tainted with ghostly paleness. Anyway, I had my doubt about her identity. Dahlia had powers worthy to be called the High Priestess; she could be used as a saint in the temple but it wasn’t a life I wanted for her. Now that I would join Fredden again, I had to change my thoughts. Nothing would compete with being careful.

A message from Zane read: “The priestess said she’d come over immediately after Lunari, to attend to you. Discreetly too, like you instructed. I exhaled slowly, staring at the screen. I should be relieved. Finally, I would find out exactly what Ivara was and we could sort this mess. But instead, a strange unease settled in my gut. What if she was something dangerous? Something that needed to be eliminated? A threat to Dark Hound? What if she was a risk I couldn’t afford? For someone that had the ability to stir and calm my demons, to control my powers, without her knowledge, she wasn't ordinary. She even affected Isagi too—a fellow demigod. I grabbed a bottle of water, gulped it down in one

Priestess chuckled softly and said, “God exists for everyone and the devil exists only for himself. Both are aware of their powers, but what separates them from one another is where and for whom they use those powers. No one knows the future except the creator of this world. You don’t reward the champion before they win and you don’t punish the criminal before they commit the crime.” Zeve nodded, “I understand, high priestess.” What the priestess actually said was — Zeve’s actions, choices and the way she uses her powers would decide if she is the prophesied one or not. She neither denied the possibility nor accepted it. “What is the solution to this problem, priestess?” I asked. “Time,” she

In other words, we had to impress him, and I knew this without having to be told. They stopped right in front of us, and I didn’t dare to look up even though I wanted to. A strange sensation took over my body, and it felt like hundreds of spiders were crawling on my skin. Even so, I kept still I didn’t move an inch. “This is Priestess Juvia, and this is Priestess Lila. They will be leading the prayers today. And behind them are the priestesses-in-training—Eva and Danna. They will be the ones to—”