Novel & Cerita The Priest Dreaming Of A Dragon Chapter 1

If so, then. I push back the morbid thoughts. "Well… I witnessed something… someone doing something bad. It was heinous, and I couldn’t do anything," I say, my voice quivering with each word I utter. "What? Stop speaking in riddles. Tell me clearly." Mom sounds calmer than I had expected. I quit pacing around and sit at the edge of the bed. "Someone is possessed by demons. Someone in the dragon clan." The words feel so foreign and almost silly, but I know Ruelle won’t joke about this. She sounded shaken and a tad bit fearful.

The Priest raised a hand, and a thin ribbon of shadow slithered from his sleeve, curling through the air like smoke. A vision struck Ariana with blinding force— A battlefield drenched in blood. A moon split in half. A wolf covered in gold light. Another wolf drowning in darkness. And Damon—kneeling in the center—bleeding out beneath the broken moon. She gasped, stumbling. Damon caught her instantly. “What did you do to her?” he roared. The Priest lowered his hand. “I showed her what she must choose between.” Ariana’s head pounded. “I… I saw you. You were dying.”

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

Chapter 46: Flames of War Chaos exploded around us before I could even catch my breath. Draven’s cock was still buried deep inside me, thick and pulsing from his latest load, when the first dragon roar shook the walls of my childhood home. The ground trembled. Glass shattered somewhere in the kitchen. My mother screamed and Kael dove under the table like the coward he was.

She reached up to touch her head, half-expecting to feel the sticky warmth of blood, but there was nothing. Relief flooded through her, mingled with lingering fear from the vivid dream. Khana sat up, her breath still coming in ragged bursts. It felt so real, so terrifyingly real. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Her eyes blinked against the morning light filtering through the curtains. On the sofa bed, Henry, the priest, is peaceful in sleep. "I have a terrible dream. It must be my fault. Maybe, I'll be doomed in hell because of what we've done," she murmured.

A spectral woman—graceful, crowned, and hauntingly familiar—emerged from the dying beast. My mother. Her translucent hand reached for me, her silent lips forming a single word: Run. > "The heart is a lie, Elena!" her voice resonated in my blood. "The true power is buried beneath the altar of the 13th Temple." 📝 Chapter 69: The Altar of Sacrifice 第六十九章：牺牲之祭坛 The dragon’s collapse revealed a hidden passage leading directly to the Forbidden Sanctum. At its center stood an altar of living ice, pulsating with a rhythmic, emerald light that made the Mark on my chest throb in agony.

I hissed when I felt his flame touch the side of Shade’s wings. Shade roared as he twisted around, his massive tail thrashing from side to side. He caught the dragon once, and the other one almost went down, but soon he soared above, his wings flapping down on us, as he opened his mouth, and if he breathed fire now, I knew I would be toast. “This would be the time, Nova...” I felt the first burst of flame and then the fucking dragon roared. ---- If you love the story, and want to know more about Vera and Mateo, come join me on my grop f aceb00k - Queens from hell! Tell me what you think. THis has become a longer chapter than I intended.

‘Calm down and explain from the beginning,’ Zin snapped. ‘Fuck you,’ still, I inhaled and exhaled with my eyes closed. I opened my eyes and told them everything, from the beginning of the cave. I intentionally left out how we got to the cave. Their faces were serious when I finished but Drix looked calm. I knew he wasn't concerned about the curse but more about how it felt like I died again. He was calm because, in front of others, he must be an alpha. I was in serious trouble. "I'm sorry to disturb you and sound insensitive but please, it's time she leaves," the priest said, a nasty scowl on his face. Drix growled and snarled at him, making him flinch and jump back, his body beginning to tr

The priest's gaze darted between her and the silent figures, searching for some clue about what was happening. "Please," the priest implored, "tell me what's going on. I need to know how to help her." The silence persisted, and the priest's desperation grew. He knew that time was of the essence, and her life might depend on his understanding of the situation. Suddenly, her eyes flickered open, and she gazed up at the priest. For a moment, their eyes locked, and the priest sensed a deep pain and confusion emanating from her. Then, her eyes rolled back, and she whispered a single word: "Incomplete..."

He roars. This alone brings fear to my heart. I can feel my heart thumping and the King looks at his wife in fear. What if they're talking about me? "Can you speak in a clearer language, oh eyes of the goddess of the moon?" The priest turns and I can see fury in his eyes. He looks at the King, Queen, then at me. I feel my hand begin to tremble and when his eyes are off me, I feel nothing but relief. "Last night, I had a dream and in that dream, I saw two corpses being taken to the grave. I couldn't see the face of the corpses and when I woke up to perform my rituals, I fell into a trance and saw you both."