Priestess Synonym Novels & Stories

My eyes widened in shock to see the High Priestess of Preousia in front of me. The High Priestess is truly stunning. No words can describe her ethereal beauty. Her hair is as bright as the moon, and it reaches all the way down to her waist. She wears a gold crown with a spherical pattern in the center. She's also wearing a satin cape and an arm bracelet in the shape of a crescent moon. "I am Thalia, the High Priestess of Preousia," she said. "I have heard of your misfortune, my dear Luna, and fear not, for I will offer my help for which I will ask nothing in return," the High Priestess added with grace.

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.”

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.

He's always had a loose tongue ever since he was little and also have the knack for probing people's anger. It was a mechanism of defense he uses to mask himself of inner conflict. "Well let's say I came to witness the beginning of your end". He rolled his eyes, turning to face the strange woman. "Should we brief him priestess?". He asked and the strange woman nodded. I creased my brows in confusion. "Priestess?". I muttered. What is a priestess doing in the wolf's territory? Ever since decades, they were banned by the preceding Alpha's and Lycan King's for commiting treason, no one knew if they were still in existence or not. They were callous beings, worse than demons and face-shifters, th

“Rise and face the Priestesses!” I stand and slowly turn toward the pews behind me. My stance confident, my mask fully intact. “Daughter of a fallen Alpha. Servant. Cook. Dancer.” She says as my back is to her from the pulpit. Each word is like a dagger. I focus on not flinching as each word lands, wounding me differently. “She stands before you in your judgment.” “May the Goddess bless and guide us!” The priestesses call in return. “Ceres! Come to the stairs of the altar! Cast yourself before us and accept our judgment!” The Immaculate Mother calls out.

LAVINIA QUISPE POV As I reached the end of the aisle, I caught eyes with Priestess Elowen, who wore vestments like mine, but crimson as I would wear a month hence, when the Blood Mark begun tonight would be finished. The Priestess was a stern woman, not unkind. Decades officiating at Blood-Oaths, funeral rites, and consecrated rituals had only rubbed from her whatever lightness she ever had. Being the Covenant Priestess was an honor, so to speak, but I had somehow doubted all along. It certainly wasn't anything I wanted for myself. Being the Lady of the Covenant was a job I wasn't sure I could handle as it was.

He didn't want to remember his sister, he didn't want to feel that squeeze in his chest again when he thought back to the moments he spent with Elhiàs: moments that would never come back. "It seems that the simple rituals that the priestesses used to practice, have now become more powerful, as if the magic they use is stronger than before," said the priest scratching the back of his head. "So the problem is the ancient priestesses?" asked the king, resting his head on his hand in a bored tone. "No, Sire. Uh... Priestesses are pure creatures who practice a kind of magic... how to say... white, pure... here. They never used magic to perform impure acts, not even in the golden years when magic

"I hope the priestess would be willing to say the final rites for my dead." "No, she wouldn't," Saelin replied casually as she walked up to them. "I am a priestess of Truth, not a sister of the church," she continued, her tone conversational, "I understand little of his love and less than a priest of his wrath. And your men died in battle, I'm fairly certain they would rather a priest who understands the life they lived to an extent administer their final rites." "Father Ernshua," Noem requested without grudge.

After officially becoming the Priestess, my strength had increased, but it still wasn't enough. He hadn't been trying to hurt my feelings—it was simply the truth. My expertise is divine and spiritual. That's what I was made for: the Priestess, the bridge between the entire werewolf world and the divine goddess. Fighting with the witches from the beginning would be needless and should be avoided unless absolutely necessary. It's better to preserve my strength for when—if—the dark witches manage to break the seal.

Feeling that numb ache just at the thought of the Priestess, her mother. "What? Priestess is no more?" another Alpha gasped. "Yes, Priestess is no more. She served her purpose and left us. She came to visit her daughter one last time before leaving," Kaiser replied. Now, everyone started murmuring again. 'What? Priestess has a daughter? Is she the new priestess? Who is she?' they were all murmuring. Kaiser stood up to his feet and pointed at Kyra.