The Healing Priest Of The Sun Novels & Stories

Belial soothed, “We have done all we could, just let the Goddess determine their destiny.” “Well, not in my watch, I won't let these people die, I am their last hope.” the Archbishop insisted. Jeremiah who just came into the room, approached his master, “Well you can take a rest, Archbishop Joseph, let me heal these patients for you.” Belial upper lip curled in disdain to hear Jeremiah’s word, “It is Impossible for a rookie white priest like you to cure these people!” he then added, “Do you know what spell needed to purify the poison? It's level 3 spell and from all the priests in the temple, only father Joseph could master it so far.”

I released the gathered energy of the Shadow Heart and the stolen Solar Spire into the ley lines beneath the plaza, a shockwave of iridescent grey light surged through the city, traveling down the golden streets and into the very foundations of the homes. I felt the "Shadow Rot" in the lungs of the former rebels evaporate, I felt the "Red Rage" in the veins of the Solar soldiers cool into a steady, disciplined warmth, it was a mass healing, a collective baptism into the New Law. "We recognize the Sovereign," the High Arch-Priest whispered, stepping forward to lay his golden staff at my feet. One by one, the leaders of the three kingdoms followed, the Warlord of the South laid down his rusted

And I want them to know that I am still the Alpha they can trust and support. “At today’s court hearing you heard from the defendant that our Luna is a healer. This information is true,” I say to everyone. I pause as there is an excited buzz around the room. Having a healer is a huge blessing for a Pack. It means the Moon Goddess trusts the Pack to cherish and protect their gifted healer. In this case their Luna healer, which carries more weight for a Pack.

Anton murmurs, crossing his arms as his face twists in confusion, stepping so close to my side that I can feel the starlight tingle of him along my left arm. “I did not,” I snap, glaring at him. “He just touched my shoulder –“ “The curse,” the Priest says, laughing and smiling at me, warm. “Do you not see, child?” he steps close again, reaching for me, hesitating as if I am some sacred relic he is not worthy to touch. “You are she – she who unites the realms – the sun within the darkness – god, you even fit the description perfectly – eyes vivid as spring grass, hair as bright as the rising sun, but veiled in darkness –“

The other priests repeated the phrase in chorus. «Tho cate gaderian heap feder Geholm, Sunleholt, Beortmona, Steorra, Nerung Nrea, Waruld.' "So that the soul finds the passage that leads it to be reunited with our father Sea and Sun, Moon, sisters and our mother, Waruld." He specified the priest so that everyone could understand them. Those present repeated the words all together and then silence fell again. They all bowed their heads. When the senior priest delivered a snap by clapping his hands against each other, everyone present stood up.

She prayed for it in fact. “I will tell you later. Let’s fix the problem here first so this friend of ours can leave.” Mother looked him. “How is he? How is the Oscala I know? I know you, The first Oscala. The only priest of the goddess who possess’ bodies at birth so you can love again to serve the goddess; I know it’s you in his body now.” “I didn’t say otherwise. I don’t intend to you to believe otherwise too. He is doing well. He is spirit it asleep. If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be able to use his body. Do you want to see him?”

The day after I contacted the border pack, the pack healer rushed to find me. "Miss Seraphina, good news! The High Priestess, through an ancient Moon Goddess revelation, found a secret method to slowly repair your soul core! It'll take a long time, but at least there's a glimmer of hope!" The healer's face was genuinely joyful; she'd always sympathized with my situation. My hand, holding the animal skin scroll she handed me, wouldn't stop shaking.

The compass didn't spin; it vibrated until the glass casing cracked. Ibrahim stopped his camel at the crest of a massive, white-sand dune, his eyes narrowed as he stared into the northern horizon. The sky wasn't turning the deep, bruised purple of a normal desert storm. It was turning a blinding, incandescent silver. "This is no wind," Ibrahim said, his hand tightening on the leather reins. "This is the Whip of the Sky. The air is full of angry spirits that have no tongues."

I moved away from Liam’s side and stood up to properly receive them. “We were attacked by witches at our border." “What have we done to deserve this? Oh, Selene, our dearest goddess, save us from the witches." The head priest mourned, raising his hands and looking upward. The healer was silent but solemn. “They attacked and cast a spell on my Beta here; he is in pain, and you all are aware of the grave danger that befalls him if he is not healed completely by the spell.” They both nodded in agreement. “So that's why I summoned you both to remedy the situation, so first the priest will do a cleansing over him to rid him of any unclean and impure spirit that would be following him, while the h

Eventually, Sethlzaar began to believe somewhere beyond the roof of leaves above them the sun was beginning its descent into solitude, relinquishing its watch over Ayla to the moon. As if his fears were not enough, he felt the alertness of the priest, his head turning ever so slightly at intervals but never taking off the hood. Sethlzaar almost soiled himself when the man finally stopped. The priest, stiff as wood, deadly as the night, and as alert as prey in the presence of predators, scratched his scar.