Priestess Idv Novels & Stories

Harvey spoke to the Priestess with a serious expression. "A friendly advice, Priestess. While it's the Priesthood's job to divine and read the future of everything, it's better to put your faith in no book than to trust it blindly. And the same goes for divination, where blind faith is extremely dangerous. If you're going down this path, you'll just be forever bound to a set arrangement. That way, you'll never be able to get married!" The Priestess's expression darkened when she heard this as she stretched out her right hand. A beautiful longsword flew straight into her hand.

The high priestess never went anywhere alone. The High Priestess was a brown dainty woman with high cheekbones and long limbs. She could easily pass off for a fairy or elf. Her long hair cherry blonde hair was flipped to the side and atop it sat an almost invisible tiara that signified her position. Power fresh and raw radiated from her skin. Unlike most witches, she didn't use spells to make herself younger, she just didn't age. It was one of the gifts bestowed on the high priestess or priest of every witch clan.

I was confused, mainly because I had no idea what a priestess had to do with anything. “A Priestess... that´s what I am...” She said, and I inhaled sharply, that in the human realm, people dedicated to religious practices, the leaders of religion, and some never took a partner... Was this her case? “You seem confused,” she said, and I nodded. “I was raised among humans in a lab... I am afraid I am not well-versed in whatever you are trying to tell me.” I said, a bit frustrated. I hated feeling dumb.

“Four grown men undone by one little hybrid with a glowy wrist.” Jax didn’t say anything for a long time. He just stood there, fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white, staring at me like I was the last piece of a puzzle he’d convinced himself would never be finished. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough. “Well,” he said, clearing his throat. “I guess that answers that.” The priestess, who had stood silent through most of it, watched with a small, knowing smile. “The Goddess rarely returns what She has taken,” she said. “But when She does, it’s never halfway.”

The designs formed by the threads are glowing a faint orange color like burning fire coals. “This is the Royal Seer, Lady Veyrien. The High Priestess of Drakarith.” Azraelyrs announces. “She is going to officiate our wedding tomorrow.” High Priestess. For a powerful kingdom like Drakarith, I am sure she is powerful too. Even the way she is staring at me now without speaking is making my skin itch with a feeling I don't understand. Her irises are entirely white. No pupils. Before I can think about saying anything, Azraelyrs places a gentle hand at my back and nudges me to the last person. Finally.

I asked, my voice quiet but firm, the kind that demanded attention even in the silence of the room. The priestess didn’t look up from the altar in front of her. Her hands moved delicately over the old texts, her fingers brushing across the ancient symbols, as if they held some kind of secret. To her, they probably did. To me, they were just words. But there was no denying the power behind them. She spoke without looking up, her voice smooth and hypnotic. “The ritual is prepared. Everything is in place for Tesla’s child to awaken the power you seek.”

"A mambo or houngan is supposed to perform the lave tet. No if's, and's or but's. Some regular smegular hounsi or co-worker or average joe try to do it, the loa see it as you trying to take a 'short cut' to enlightenment and refreshment. A priestess is supposed to perform the lave tet. Period. We were only hounsis at the time; we weren't priestessess for another, what, five, ten years? Loa weren't too happy with that." "But if you performed it on someone now, there wouldn't be the same 'complications'?" "Lisa," Mikael hissed, grabbing my hand. "This is ridiculous!" "I'm a mambo," Sajida said, ignoring Mikael's opposition. "Have been for a real long time. My life has been revolved around vood

Coraliz says something, and I snap at her with my look; she has a poker expression on her face as if she is threatening me; what could this person possibly know about me? "Since Sir Christopher's great-grandpa placed me under his care, I'm the Venturas Voodoo priestess; whatever you're presuming, please speak it out loud rather than keeping it all concealed like an interrogation," I say something to her, and she remains the same, while Christopher begins anxiously tapping the table. "You are no Voodoo Priestess, I can feel your aura, you are much more powerful than a priestess, and strong than a Voodest as well, out with it unless you want me to shoot you!" Christopher smacks the table.

Allegra, Priestess of Nora’s coven, completes the scrying—and confirms what I already saw. The Riding Hoods are on the island of Ios. Devin turns toward me and smiles. A real smile. It makes me feel about ten times better than the scowl he wore when this conversation started. And thank the stars—because pissing off a demi-god? Not on my to-do list. I might be the most powerful witch in centuries, but compared to someone like him? I’m still a flickering candle next to a wildfire.

Nova stopped walking and asked without looking back. “Lady Dream, I heard that this year’s seven high priestesses are almost complete. I want to reserve one of the seven high priestesses to be my wife so that the Simmons family and the Iridescent Sect will be a family. I hope you can agree.” Nova turned around, looked at Nek, and asked in disbelief, “You’re even asking for the seven high priestesses from this year?” “Of course! The seven high priestesses are the treasures of the Iridescent Sect, so of course, I want one of them,” Nek replied solemnly.