The Priest Dreaming Of A Dragon Chapter 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I stepped past him and entered the [riest abode. "He- it's not the normal sleep Alpha." He caught up to me. "I think he is away." I found the priest in the living room on the floor in a yoga position, his eyes closed, spiritually away. I closed my eyes in impatience. "What do you need the priest for?" I asked Kendrick flipping my eyes at him. "I- I have been having... nightmares."

The priestess then threw away the torch and gestured politely at Frank. Confused but undaunted, Frank strode into the picture of the dragon's head. The priestess raised both hands to the skies in response, her bare feet stamping the ground repeatedly. Soon, the flames danced, and a fiery dragon materialized, taking to the air! Everyone clapped, having no idea what was happening and presuming that it was a magic show. Only Frank knew that it was not—it was the priestess's spell, and she was one of a kind!

I saw moments of joy and love, of challenges and choices that would shape my journey alongside the three Alphas. “This is indeed a union of four blessed by the Goddess herself,” the priestess says. “Yes…to bring the kingdoms together…united under one banner.” I smile at this and can feel the same relief coming from the Alphas. But amidst the revelations, I sense something amiss…. Something dark and as I am about to open my eyes, I smell fire and taste ash in my mouth. The priestess trembles slightly, her grip on my head tightening as if trying to grasp a fleeting vision. A sharp intake of breath echoes in the chamber, and I open my eyes to find the priestess standing still, her eyes wide and

RHEA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “Natural” BY Imagine Dragons ~~~ The mountain air is biting against my skin as we keep climbing, every breath pulling icy daggers into my chest. My visions have been relentless since last night; flashes of fire and scales, the roar of a dragon echoing in my head like it’s trying to claw its way into the waking world. I can’t shake it. I don’t want to. Something is waiting for us here, I know it with a certainty that rattles my bones.

Priest had returned to his cabin and taken something to help with sleep. He needed to be at his best and most accurate magically if he was going preside over draining Agent of his auric magick. So the first loud explosion he mistook for being part of his dreams. It took the second much louder, boat-shaking one to startle him awake.

The middle-aged man's arm was sore from being pulled by her. Water Dragon also noticed this, subconsciously looking at the evil-warding coin the other person was holding, only to realize that this little priest could perform magic without even chanting a spell! Can this... can an ordinary pastor do this? The last time it saw this kind of person was when it was sealed! The Water Dragon panicked and met Carl's eyes, seeing a warning in his gaze. It didn't dare to be curious about the identity of the young priest anymore. This time the person who offered it really hit the jackpot.

' thought Charlotte with a smile while looking at the dragon king Damien reading a book . She tried to escape , she tried to run , she tried to make a deal with him but his obsession over her , made things even more difficult . '''''''''Hello everyone ! The author here ! I hope you like my new story ! This is chapter is a summary of the story . The next chapter is where the story really begins . Please , don't forget to leave a review or a comment after reading it ! Love ya !!!!! ''''''''''''

Perhaps the goddess was asleep tonight, because, just like other prayers I had made today, it didn't work. The priest opened his eyes and looked at him. He wore that eerie smirk on his face again. I gulped. He start towards me. “Stay away!!” I screamed, shaking madly on the bed. The priest’s little helpers weighed me down, chanting that terrible mantra on and on until it was driving me crazy. “Shut up! Shut up!” I yelled. They pressed me even harder, begging me, their deity to stay calm and accept the elixir that will take me to my ascension.

Lyra explains, as the sun shining through the high, stained-glass windows filters through decades of dust and grime. “Our priests said we must keep everything as it was until this day.” Lyra’s smile takes on a pointed edge as she adds, “You were prophesized, big sister--The first of our clutch to hatch, the universal dragon destined to rule. Had you been born here, you’d have been added to their number,” she points to the priests as they enter the room, filtering in around the massive gold throne, “You’d have been raised as a priestess, a great and rare honor, and you would have come to this throne gladly, willing to make your sacrifice.”

“No… is there something I should know?” It was then that he explained, in as much detail as he could recall, a dream that Amara had had the following night after I had spent my Haze with her. A dream about The All Mother Goddess, a misty black dragon and an amethyst flame wolf. A dream with a message that Amara had blatantly ignored, feigning ignorance until her brother pointed out its true meaning. A dream that had me planning to meet with the All Mother Priest that resided in the Temple in the farthest southern corner of Palace grounds.