Priestess Idv Novels & Stories

“Crown him! Crown him now!” Draven’s smile widened. He spread his arms. “Then crown me.” The priestess was called immediately. As soon as she entered, the crowd went silent. She walked forward in flowing robes of midnight blue, the hems trailing symbols stitched in silver thread. Her hair, white as bone, framed her dark, wrinkled face. “Draven,” she breathed. “Priestess,” he replied, exchanging understanding looks at her before taking his seat. The priestess wasn't in support of this but Draven made sure she had no other choice than to go through with it like everyone else.

“No, you didn’t.” I tilted my head slightly. The dark bruise blooming just below her collarbone stood out starkly against her pale skin. It was a hickey. My mark For a priestess whose power depended on ritual purity, the effect was immediate and absolute. “You absolute bastard,” she breathed. I straightened calmly. “A priestess’s body must remain untouched to channel divine power,” I reminded her. “You told me that yourself.” Her hands clenched. “My power will return.” “Eventually.”

Those big, pretty eyes, grey-blue like deep pools of ice water . A muted noise from down in the street woke me from my reverie and I realised I had no idea how long I had been standing there like a fool. The expression on Priestess's face gave away nothing, her porcelain skin and air of quiet amusement making her look vaguely regal, like some pagan queen rendered in marble. More to cover my embarrassment than anything else I asked "So, why exactly are we-" I shrugged in what I hoped was an expressive fashion. "What would you say if I told you I was trying to conceive the Antichrist?"

The room fell into a heavy silence. “She made a pact long before she tricked you all—long before she tricked me,” the Priestess continued, her voice lowering. “A pact with something that sleeps beneath the Veil. Something we don’t even name in our texts.” “A god?” Ansel asked. “No,” she said, eyes dark with fear. “Something older than gods. Something that feeds on time, on spirit, on memory. It gave her the power to control her mind. To cast trances. To steal people’s wills.”

He led Seraphina through a series of antechambers until they reached a door covered in sigils that crawled and shimmered in the lamplight. The High Priestess waited there, her age impossible to guess—she could have been thirty, she could have been a thousand. She was flanked by two acolytes, both almost as tall as Kael, neither blinking. The Priestess bowed her head only a fraction. “Alpha Vittori. The Moon Goddess receives you.” “Show us the scene,” Kael said, not bothering with the pretense of reverence.

“Okay, Kel seriously what are you going to wear tomorrow?” “I don’t know I hadn’t thought of it. I still have to come up with a lie to get out of coming home right away.” “Oh, that’s easy just tell Miss High Priestess high and mighty that there is a team project and you have to work on it and won’t be home till it’s finished. That should give you some time.” Reese couldn’t stand the priestess thing at all. She felt like they were too controlling but most future priestesses only had to come to the high priestess home a couple of times a week and go through one or two weekend ceremonies. I on the other hand lived there with the other single priestess so I was stuck living the life they choose

One is because of the domineering aura from another werewolf prancing around her figure, and the other reason is due to the fact that they could sense something sacred from her own aura the moment she appeared. Priestess Eva will be the one to hold the mate ceremony’s ritual. And the is to bind the souls of the two fated mates under the light of the moon, the home of their moon goddess. She smiled and stopped just in front of the crescent platform in a small space surrounded by flowers and two huge lanterns that perfectly lights up her position.

"First: you do not take followers by compulsion. Second: you do not rewrite human memory without consent. Third: you identify leash ink wherever you find it." The goddess considered. "And what do you offer?" Haley lifted the phone. "Audience without altar." The old goddess closed her eyes. For a moment she looked less like stone and more like someone who had been still for too long and was afraid motion would hurt. "I accept provisional witness status," she said. The Prime Analyst's fractured voice, patched through from the firewall trust, responded. OLD ENTITY PROVISIONALLY RECOGNIZED AS WITNESS, NOT OWNER. The nursery lights steadied.

Only such elites deserved me, the Holy Maiden, and the future Beast Lady. My wedding was three days away, leaving me too little time to pick a fourth candidate who could match them. Otherwise, I would not have resorted to seeking a solution like this when I knew they detested me and wanted to harm me. I touched the bamboo stick with the High Priest's name—Ares written on it. I felt incredulous as a burst of ecstasy surged from the bottom of my heart. This was the sacred ground. No Beastfolk could come in except the Holy Maiden and the Beast Lord. Moreover, only my father and I knew the news that I would be drawing lots to choose a mate.

The Priestess says as I stand in the pool. “We give our devotion to the Goddess!” The other priestesses refrain. “May the Goddess anoint you with her love and bless you with your dreams.” The Priestess continues. “We give our devotion to the Goddess!” I join the chorus of priestesses. “Come! The Immaculate Mother will use the Stone of Eos to see your true path.” The Priestess commands. I leave the pool at her instruction.