Novel & Cerita Priestess Synonym

I shivered, my fingers brushing against the silver ring on my hand. 'My true nature.' “Do you believe, young ones?” the high priestess asked, her smile warm yet firm. As she spoke, her hair began to shimmer and blaze like fire, followed by her eyes, then her veins, which pulsed with a mesmerizing array of colors. “Yes, I believe!” we shouted in unison, our voices bouncing off the cathedral’s high walls. “Do you believe in the ever-faithful might of the Great Gods?” Her voice grew deeper, more resonant, as if the gods themselves spoke through her.

on a girl like Esther. "Shut up," I hissed at her. "Do you ever take anything seriously?" "I can ask you the same question, Lisa. Do you even know what a supplicant is? The chant required to summon Erzulie? What her favorite offerings are?" I knew the answer to both; I studied the goddess' book. I crammed as much information I could about Erzulie. I knew everything about Her, both Dantor and Freda, Her two spheres. But Rocio, Esther and Kizzy? They were novitiates—hounsi who have participated in countless ceremonies and have made an impression to the gods. All I had was my relation to the head Priestess.

Tsk! "What is the difference between personal assistant and hand mm ...?" I felt the word was belittling thus didn't want to complete it. "Maid! my lady." Kuti chirped. "Yes! whatever 'who even says maid in these modern times? Where on earth is this place?' and why do you especially and the others keep calling me "My lady, Priestess and all that?" "Because you are our all powerful spiritual mother! Our leader, as such the befitting title."

After drying myself up, Sarah had already prepared my clothes, a gown, and a coat on the bed. "No training today?" I asked. "Not after what happened yesterday. Everyone is still on edge," Sarah said. The gown seemed like a formal occasion. "Are we having visitors over?" I asked. "The alpha decided it's time for you to get examined by the priestess." "Priestess?" I laughed. "You people have high priests here too? I thought it was just a myth." "Yes, we do have priestesses and priests. They are the ones that help us consult with our deities. It's the same thing with humans consulting the help of their gods with pastors, imams, rabbis, and all that," she lectured me.

Forever, she died knowing her daughter chose her ex-husband over her. The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled me slightly back to reality, and I lifted my head slowly, wiping at my face even though it didn’t do much. The Moon Priestess stepped forward. That’s what they call her. The one who speaks directly to the Moon Goddess. The one who sends our prayers where we believe they’ll be heard. Her presence alone was enough to quiet the murmurs around us, her voice calm but carrying across the space in a way that made everyone listen.

It sure had flustered the human. "I was planning to meet you in a different way, sister!" "S-Sister?" she almost yelled. Is this really the priestess? Narth couldn't help but think. They said that the priestess is well collected but he has seen this lady raise her dress far too high and her way of speaking is quite frank.

the priestess continued, pouring some holy water into a bowl and placing a moonstone inside it, right where the reflection of the moon could be seen in the water. “Let us now pray and ask the goddess to bless us and bless her as we accept Miss Amoret as our new princess and our protector,” the priestess said, making all of us join our hands together, praying in our minds while she murmured the words of an age-old prayer in the ancient language.

I hadn't noticed the seventh elder until she spoke, her accent strange and unfamiliar as her words rang clear throughout the lecture hall. "We are gathered to speak on many topics today, such as trade, infrastructure, and the exchange of titles," she said calmly before taking a seat at the end of the semi-circle table. "Who is she?" I asked Rowan. Rowan leaned towards me, whispering. "She's the High Priestess of the Church of the Moon Goddess. The Church has its own representative on the council. That way, there is never a split vote." "Ah, I see," I said, my mouth feeling a little numb.

Havermouth, Three Weeks Before Talen chuckled as he returned to his Ute. “Priestesses,” he muttered under his breath. His upbringing had instilled into him a faith in priestesses, the position of priest and priestess at the temple highly valued and honored, and those given the title expected to in every way represent the gods and goddesses that they served.

Others appeared indifferent, their faces expressionless as they awaited the conclusion of the ceremony. The priestess, a wise and compassionate woman stepped forward. She wore a long, flowing white robe with intricate silver embroidery, symbolizing her connection to the moon goddess. In her hands, she held a staff adorned with small, glowing crystals that seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy.