Castlevania Priest Novels & Stories

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. As I stealthily navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the keep, a chilling sight greeted my eyes—a gaunt priest, his dark eyes fixed on me with a predatory gleam, stood before a sinister symbol etched on the wall, his staff pulsating with a crimson glow. The realization that their aim was not to breach the keep's defenses but to undermine it from within sent a shiver down my spine, steeling my resolve for the impending confrontation.

“I didn’t feel any connection.” The priest’s smile deepened. “Don’t lie, kieran. I know you did.” His tone was unyielding, a knowing glint flashing in his eyes. “But you need to understand something important now. Cathrine isn’t the low-ranking wolf you thought she was. She’s upgraded. She’s more powerful than you can imagine. She’s a Null Wolf, and she has healing abilities. She can heal your father, but you blew our chances.” The room grew cold. The weight of the priest’s words hit Kieran like a punch to the gut. For a moment, Kieran didn't speak. The priest’s gaze darkened as he pressed on, his voice rising just a little, each word punctuating the severity of the situation.

he asks his friend. The man crosses his arms. “You sure did boss. Just shoot them. I’ve come to like Grace quite a bit and the shit they put her through I would like nothing more than to have them both laying in a pool of blood on the floor.” Mr. Priest lets out a low chuckle. "Oh, let me do it. Please Boss let me kill them please boss.” The girl begs. I’ve come to realize we didn’t know who exactly Rowan Priest was. Being with these thugs. I assume his part of the Mafia my sister got mixed up in. Shit! I let out a shallow breath.

“Then I’ll still find you.” The rival Alpha, and a lean man with iron-gray eyes, had stepped forward. “So,” he drawled, “the Null Blood rumor is true.” “Demonstrate,” another demanded. “Or we assume deception.” My stomach twisted. A priest stepped forward. Divine magic. Thane’s hand tightened involuntarily. “Alenya,” he said low. “You do not have to....” “I know,” I whispered. “But I will.” The priest raised both hands.

He placed it back in the altar, covering it with a purificator before genuflecting before it. “ And on the night he was betrayed”, he continued as I stared at him, wondering if the man I was staring at was really the Nuel I had sex with just yesterday, “ he took the chalice, and giving thanks, he gave it to his disciples saying, take this, all of you, and drink of it, for this is the chalice of my blood, the blood of the new and eternal covenant, which will be poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. Do this in remembrance of me”, he said, and as he raised the chalice, the storm outside increased, causing a faint lightning that was followed up by a roaring thunder. The bell was allow

There were so many women in the country who would have relished what it meant to be married to me, of letting this secret slip. I kissed her—slow, deep, grateful. And for the night, the past and future could wait. By morning, I felt like I had a clearer head, but I didn't tempt fate by getting any closer to the ruins than Violet suggested. The stone had all been transported, the foundation set, and the energy in the area had shifted. The castle was waking. And then, finally, the High Priest arrived. The moment he stepped onto the grounds, his sharp gaze swept over the ruins, and he understood. His expression darkened, but he said nothing of what he saw. Instead, he turned to us, lips curling

As soon as he heard the message, he left Rook Theia like that and went to the Queen. As he left, Rook Theia shot her an angry look, and then looked up to see Bishop Eloise behind her, who had probably arrived after Pawn Clara. Bishop Eloise looked disgusted at Rook Theia, who was still standing and looking down the path that Ace Denzell had taken to Queen Clementine. Bishop Eloise Walsh is the healer of the vampire coven. She has long hair dyed brown with straight bangs on her forehead. She often wears dark purple feline eyeliner with white gloves.

Fuck! “My name is Kellina and I am the Crimson Priestess.”

Before setting off with them, I carry my crushed bowl of lavender and the mandrake. They show me to Anna's room inside their house. I ask everyone to let me be. I walk into Anna's room alone. First, I plant the mandrake under her bed and whisper a few spells. Crafts I learnt from dark old magic. Being a priest is the only way to be accepted with open arms in the Tyson pack and make a living. I chose the best option for myself. When I sprinkle the lavender around the room, a banshee appears inside it. She's dripping gooey liquid like an artefact returned from the underworld. Her bluish-purple skin is realer than ever. I don't stop pouring the lavender. This chases them away.

A priest shook himself free of his shocked freeze and threw himself forward with a scream, and Thaelen dropped the body, grabbed the attacking soldier by the wrist, and used the soldier’s weapon to impale the priest as he crushed the soldier’s chest, dropping them both to the floor. “Who am?” He grinned at the head priest who had backed up against the solid wood table upon which they had been raping the young woman, gripping the edge with white knuckled hands. “Thaelen Gulgane, former king of Concordia, vampire, and your death.” He made quick work of the remaining priests and soldiers, before pausing, panting, amongst the chaos of blood and bodies, and looking to where the young woman sat on