Priestess Synonym Novels & Stories

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.

It felt out of place. “I don't trust that woman,” I said in a whisper. “Aris is going to determine if their intentions are evil,” Biel said, and I snorted. “She's already figured out she's a mind reader,” I said angrily. “Who is she, and what does she do?” “She's a high-level priestess,” Biel said. “She is a relentless siren and is within the council that predates the high council. She has connections and is one of the Temple's best employers of water magic.”

The priestess, adorned in a flowing white gown, ascended the stage, her presence commanding the attention of all. She performed the necessary rituals, invoking the power of the Moon Goddess. The energy in the arena crackled with an otherworldly force, and I could feel the weight of destiny hanging in the air. The priestess's voice resonated through the silence, her words carrying the weight of centuries of tradition.

I was confused, mainly because I had no idea what a priestess had to do with anything. “A Priestess... that´s what I am...” She said, and I inhaled sharply, that in the human realm, people dedicated to religious practices, the leaders of religion, and some never took a partner... Was this her case? “You seem confused,” she said, and I nodded. “I was raised among humans in a lab... I am afraid I am not well-versed in whatever you are trying to tell me.” I said, a bit frustrated. I hated feeling dumb.

“You know what? You act like you’re this sane, stable person, but deep down, you’re just as fucking crazy as me. So, don’t act like you’re better than me because you’ve never ‘indulged in sin’ or whatever the fuck those old dead hags used to fucking say to you!” I gasped, then said, “I’ve never judged anyone who engaged in sexual activity. I don’t think of it as a sin and neither did any of the other priestesses. You don’t understand shit about what we do! I chose being a priestess because I wanted to devote my life to the goddess and live only for her. Having a mate wouldn’t allow me to dedicate my life to her the way I wanted to, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t understand the purpose of

He turned around, sighing as it didn’t seem like he would catch a better clue. “What about that priestess?” Shawn gathered Elijah’s attention to him again. “Which one?” Elijah attentively asked. “The one, that one, with silver eyes and long pretty hair, someone who Josephine and her sister had played together with,” Shawn recalled that she was a priestess, meaning she comes from this church.

she said after a long while later. "Of all the magical descendants, you are chosen, what do you think?" Vasilisa said as she stared at the crackling fire. "Maybe I'm just there in the right place at the right time." She shrugged. "We call it, 'fate'," the princess said. "So am I supposed to become a priestess or what?" Cassandra looked at the sorceress with a half shocked, half worried look. "Do you know what priestesses do?" "Well, they pray in the temple all day and stay a virgin for the rest of their lives," Cassandra said with a shrug again.

Cora hissed as we walked through the foyer and found ourselves in a palatial open place with a beautiful tree in the very middle and a sprawling carpeted staircase in front that lead to the upper level. “Welcome to the Palace Of Priestess,” Sabrina smiled. “What is this place?” I asked, gawking around. “It’s a place where all the High Priestesses over the centuries have lived. High Priestesses are the guards to the magic realm. The Palace is centuries old, give or take and is not for everyone to see or visit. You can only see it when you are meant to see it. Magic has its own enemies and dark ones beyond our understanding. And the High Priestess is an extremely integral entity of our world.

“How do we stop it?” The priestess looked between them. Her voice barely a whisper. “You have to give it back what it lost.” John’s heart thudded. “What did it lose?” The priestess’s gaze landed on him and held. “You.” The room dropped into silence. The priestess hovered above the altar, her limbs hanging like she was caught between worlds. A strange wind stirred around her body, and the crescent symbol carved on her forehead glowed with unnatural light. From her mouth came a sound that wasn’t hers.

The priestesses echoed her words in unison, their voices blending together like one single entity. “Tayata om bekandze bekandze maha bekandze radza samudgate soha!” Astena continued as she spread her arms wide and closed her eyes in concentration. Again, the priestesses repeated after her with a sense of reverence that seemed to fill every corner of the shrine with its power. “Om ah hum!” the priestesses chorused as one, their voices growing louder with each phrase. Astena then raised her arms even higher and began to spin around in circles, calling forth the spirits of nature and invoking them into the ritual space.