Priestess Synonym Novels & Stories

“And lived.” The Priestess’s eyes did not flicker. “Two.” “Names,” Sienna said, voice low. “A queen who lied to her own heart,” the Priestess said. “And a farmer’s daughter who did not.” “Which am I?” “You are neither,” said the Priestess, and made it a strange blessing. Sienna finally sat. The stone took her weight with the small groan of material that has been asked to hold too many choices. She let her hands rest on her knees, palms up, as if she were ready to receive either forgiveness or a blade.

“Your Majesty, may I present three of the priestesses at the temple, Sister Chlaesis, Sister Lachsia, and Sister Atropnia!” “It’s so nice to meet you!” the three said. They invited Ursa to sit, shooing the servant away for the time being. “You all look so familiar, I just can’t place where I’ve seen you.” One of the priestesses, Lachsia, laughed with a wide grin. “Don’t worry, Your Majesty, you can just say we like everyone else!” The two others laughed at that. “I didn’t mean it like that, I mean-- you look REALLY familiar--”

she said, which got me more confused. "Priestess, can you please speak in a language we all understand. Tell us what's happening." Elowen asked. "I would have to check who and what awakened it." she said. The High Priestess closed her eyes and pressed her palm against the glowing runes. She started chanting a spell. "Vae'ri nax ilyth... Solaen vi'kar... Theren va shai... Orynth." "Elara ven shor... Naeth il varis... Kyra sol vaen... Thal'ir."

One she wrangled from the fates and which she lived regardless of her past “Because she was a priestess once y’know.” The girl looks up into the eyes of the old lady and her eyes go wide. “Like the ones, my mum talks about with the other women when they’re in the living room?” The old lady scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Those people wouldn’t know a real priestess even if she hit them in the face, and she would. Priestesses are like that. They don’t like neglectful mothers, they don’t like the promiscuity that goes on in most packs, they’re uptight… but what they lack in acceptance they make up for it in power, y’know. A priestess of the old world, one truly knowledgeable of the energies she has

“That doesn’t help.” I push myself up slowly. My legs wobble but I don’t fall. My wolf is calm now. Alert. Watching. You know what you are, she says. I swallow. “Priestess,” I whisper. “I think…. I am a pristess…” Darius stiffens. “Like Lyra?” “No.” I look at him. Really look at him. “Not like that.” The word feels different in my mouth now. Bigger. Active. Like a switch flipped.

"Really? What would you call this arrangement?" The five priests looked at each other, then back at her. "Sacred prostitution," Father David suggested. "An ancient practice. Temple priestesses who served gods through sexual service." "Devoted servitude," Father Thomas offered. "Consensual submission in service to a higher purpose." "Mutual salvation," Father Chen said. "You save us from breaking our vows in destructive ways. We save you from loneliness and unfulfilled purpose." "A blessing," Father Joseph said simply. "For all of us."

"Just a kiss." "Wha— No," I insisted. He was playing clingy again with my arms as I moved away from above him to sit beside the bed! "Hessuel, we can't do that forever. I am a Moon Priestess, a candidate to become the Moon's Goddess's proxy here on earth and I have to endow my body with purity to be worthy of that calling, like a nun." I fooled around. He jolted on me. "You want to become a nun!?"

In the witch covens, it is considered an honor to be picked as a priestess. "Wow," Is all I could say. I see why she was this beautiful now, priestesses were rumored to be strikingly beautiful too. "Don't priestesses rehearse celibacy?" I asked, confused. I still couldn't believe I was in the presence of one and it overwhelmed me. Ansley giggled. "It's a choice to practice chastity, it has its benefits," "What kind?" "Their magic is stronger, they are wiser and knowledgeable and their intuition is higher than most," She explained.

“Did you hear anything I said?” “I apologize,” I say gracefully, turning to face her again, my hand on the small of Maddy’s back. “Where were we?” “We were almost done,” she replies, her tone clipped and annoyed. She motions for us to hold out our hands. Maddy watches me as I hold my hands palm up, and does the same. “Blessings on your union under the Goddess, in Her name,” the priestess continues, motioning with her hands in a rapid fashion. “Blessings of a fruitful union and a lasting bond. The bond of mates, the bond designated by Her Holiness, the most precious gift of our Goddess.”

She sighed, “I suppose I never thought of it that way…” Adolph sighed, “When a priestess enters the temple, they give up their name and claim to formal ties to family and pack. Every priestess is considered an avatar of the moon goddess, meant to guide us while alive.” Laurel smiled listening to Adolph speak about what the journal spoke about. She hadn’t thought much of the Goddess-Blessed epithet, just thinking that it referred to his victory streak and the fact that he seemed to escape every battle mostly unharmed.