The Priest Dreaming Of A Dragon Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The desperate struggle unfolding before me was not just a clash of warriors but a battle of magic, as crimson-cloaked priests weaved their sinister spells amidst the chaos, their arcane symbols pulsing with a malevolent energy. Amidst the chaos, Damian's voice boomed like thunder, commanding my attention and igniting the searing bond between us. The magnetic pull towards him, urging me to surrender, clashed with my inner resolve as I made a conscious choice to evade his protective embrace. The realization dawned upon me that the priests were not mere pawns in this deadly game but were here with a singular purpose—to claim me.

Plans she could never attempt with the first priest. Because he had been old. Weak. This one was different. Her mind flashed back to the dream—the priest claiming her, pulling her from the darkness. She placed her hand against the glass and whispered softly, almost reverently, “My savior has come.”

Magnus says quietly. Smirking, I nod in agreement. “I want to know where the old priestess is.” “You and me both,” he says as we are motioned into the inner sanctuary. Stopping in front of the large wooden carving of the Dragon Crest, I feel the real power of the temple for the first time. It pulses around us and I watch the priestess to see if she turns to it. She continues to stand in the same place, looking at us. The Dragon Cult is not as common here as it is back home. I find myself wondering what they are doing with the money that they collect. There are too many begging for food on the streets. Too many children are searching for warmth as the nights still grow cold.

"I had not even been a minute before you awoke." I folded my arms. "How convenient." Her smile widened. "Did you know about the dream?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes. She shook her head. "I only wished to visit." I did not entirely believe her. Still, I sank onto one of the couches, rubbing my temples. "I saw the First Queen," I said finally. "And a dragon. A three-headed golden dragon." Makeh's brows lifted, intrigued. "She said the Goddess was pleased," I continued. "That I had chosen love. That I sacrificed my magic and the ancient blood in one breath." My throat tightened slightly at the memory. "Then she told me to stand before the dragon."

Eric swallowed and looked at his sister who was actually staring at Kent almost dreamily. “What are your interests lately, Elise?” Kent asked her while they looked at each other. “Nothing in particular,” she answered truthfully but distractedly. “But I did have visions last night. I saw a dragon, a crest with a dragon and a battle.” “A battle?” Eric asked with curious eyes. “Not again!” Diana shook her head. “I don’t want to face another shrieking priestess!” she complained. “Well, that’s interesting.” Kent’s eyes twinkled with excitement.

If he wasn't scaring the King with his visions of doomsday he was always found performing dark magic that broke the law. Last she heard about him was that he had created a cult. A group of fanatic followers who hung on his every word and took them in hook, line and sinker. That was how bad it was. "Don't be afraid girl. There really isn't much about me to be worried about." She was sceptical. But she didn't say a word. She gulped nervously. If she had any hopes of getting out alive, she had to play by his rules. "So, are you going to do as I ask of you? In exchange you will get your freedom. You will also get enough money to ensure you are comfortable for life."

when the high priest appeared out of nowhere , Priest Rudolf was so scared that his legs turned limp " Of course , I'm back or else how will I see you using your power for you own gains with my own eyes " said The high priest with a sneer " No - no , you are wrong . Your holiness , this girl is really someone -" " Shut up !" snarled The high priest " Do you think I'm blind ?Open your eyes and see who this girl and who you are accusing !" The high priest snapped his fingers and the magic circling Chelsea vanished , in place of a woman witj fuchsia pink hair , stood another woman with blonde hair but similar features

Even from a distance, his presence was heavy and commanding. The head priest stood in front of a dragon statue. His head was hanging down as he muttered prayers. Joya immediately made her way to where the head priest stood. She stood aside and waited until he was done praying before approaching him curtly. "Salam alaikum." She greeted, bowing in respect. The priest glared at her, scanning her from head to toe before finally fixing his piercing gaze on her face. "What brings you to the holy temple?" He asked, crossing both hands behind his back. The priest was old, with a bald head; he had a long white beard, which he stroked as he conversed with Joya.

"So I am asking you again. What do we do? You told me to be patient. You told me that when I found her, she would come to me willingly if I approached her in the right way. Well, I approached her in the right way. I was gentle. I was kind. I called her my child and told her I missed her and asked her to come home with me. And she looked at me like I was a stranger begging for coins on the side of the road." The priestess did not flinch and she did not even look away. She just sat there on the floor with her legs crossed and her hands resting on her knees and her dark eyes fixed on his face. "I have a plan," she said. "A plan?" he said through gritted teeth. "Fine. What is your plan?" The pri

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.