Priestess Idv Novels & Stories

The light binds me so thickly and my chest rises and falls in quick, shallow gasps as the entire Velaris Hollow Pack stares at me like I’ve grown two heads. No--- like I’ve stolen something sacred. “Iryn Vale,” the High Priestess’s voice among the elders booms across the altar, breaking the unusual quietness of shock among the pack members. “Step forward.” My knees shake, my hands tremble at my sides and I can’t feel my toes or think past the rush in my ears.

"So I am asking you again. What do we do? You told me to be patient. You told me that when I found her, she would come to me willingly if I approached her in the right way. Well, I approached her in the right way. I was gentle. I was kind. I called her my child and told her I missed her and asked her to come home with me. And she looked at me like I was a stranger begging for coins on the side of the road." The priestess did not flinch and she did not even look away. She just sat there on the floor with her legs crossed and her hands resting on her knees and her dark eyes fixed on his face. "I have a plan," she said. "A plan?" he said through gritted teeth. "Fine. What is your plan?" The pri

It looked like someone had left them burning for centuries. A quiet voice drifted from the shadows. “You came alone.” Olivia didn’t flinch. “You knew I would.” The High Priestess stepped forward. She was tall, thin, and ageless, her hair silver, her eyes dark and sharp. Her robe looked like it was woven from smoke. Every movement was controlled, calm, strategic, an executive who ran rituals like board meetings. “Olivia,” the priestess said softly, “you look tired.” “I’m done playing roles.” Olivia’s voice was low, steady. “I want out.”