Priestess Synonym Novelas e Histórias

“What kind of change? Like what I suggested?” She thought for a moment then nodded her head. “You know they weren’t bad ideas Rogan. Your dad was so proud I think that’s why he didn’t see anything let’s just say noticeable about Kellina and you. Also, by the way, High Priestesses are allowed to have a mate if the moon goddess sees it, many before have actually.” “Damn wish this one had one she could use a lay.” My mother looked at me shocked and at first, then we both burst out in laughter. “Eh, sorry.”

“You have no choice, Priestess.” I wriggled as much as I could. These soldiers were no match for me. Sofia doesn’t intimidate me too. I am half-fae, half-wolf. I am the High Priestess of Ehnrelil. I have more than enough power to fuck these people up. I just need a few seconds to distract them. “May I cut in, Priestess?” Suddenly, Hale’s face popped near mine. He had the most smug smile I had seen from him.

LUCIAN (Flashbacks continuation) Priest / Priestess are the bishop of lycans and the visible head of the worldwide werewolf packs. They are also known as the Supreme Sarcedos. A Priest / Priestess is the closest wolf to Luna Goddess, and ones in history could talk to Luna Goddess. They are is the most noble religious leader in the werewolf world. A Lycan King and a Priestess are on equal terms and together, their powers can be unimaginable.

For while she in the cult of the triumvirate she was simply called Mother, in the cult of the Six great gods she was called Hydria. The place was surprisingly large and open that it seemed to drown out the echo of the footsteps on the stone slabs and absorb the muffled wails of it was as tall as a two-story building. Simple gurneys lined the whitewashed walls, some separated from the others by wooden screens. The priestesses of the goddess of life slipped between the beds dressed in their gray and white robes, and wearing a wimple that hid their hair and prevented it from getting in their way.

He led Seraphina through a series of antechambers until they reached a door covered in sigils that crawled and shimmered in the lamplight. The High Priestess waited there, her age impossible to guess—she could have been thirty, she could have been a thousand. She was flanked by two acolytes, both almost as tall as Kael, neither blinking. The Priestess bowed her head only a fraction. “Alpha Vittori. The Moon Goddess receives you.” “Show us the scene,” Kael said, not bothering with the pretense of reverence.

One of them boldly said to Sabrina face. Her head slowly turned to the priestess who had just talked, a cunny and wicked smile tugging down her lips, “In case you can’t recollect, this is not someone’s sin again, it has become all of our sins.” She said to her face, eyeing her before looking back to the other priestess.

But it carried the weight of recognition. “Luna of Moonshadow,” she said. Her voice was low. Textured, like a riverbed full of different stones. Luna swallowed. “Priestess,” she said, the word leaving her mouth before her mind caught up. Not Moon’s voice. Not ancestor ghost. Not rogue witch. Something in between, braided from all three. The woman tilted her head. “Close enough,” she said. “You may call me Seris.” Kerran’s kneeling form jerked.

He carries her toward the stairs, toward the apartment, toward their bed. I remain alone in the rotunda for a moment. The candles still burn, the incense slowly consumes itself. The black altar is stained with blood, sweat, tears. The marks of what happened here tonight. I sit on the edge of the altar, close my eyes. Do you see? I think. Do you see what they have become? What she has become? This is what you wanted, isn't it? A priestess who surpasses everything. A priestess who is also a lover. An equal. A flame that will not go out.