Castlevania Priest Novels & Stories

"Who did this? Who is daring enough to kill my King! Knights of Alvarez, find the murderer and bring him to me!" Luci, the chosen Priest smiled. His smile was full of happiness and joy, it's as if he succeeded on something. Something that he was waiting for a very long time, something that he always wanted to achieve. The priest was smiling evilly. "It was me your majesty, the chosen priest, the one who recently inherited the Power of Light. It was me, I am the murderer!"

This particular spell could only be used by high priestesses and only a high priestess more powerful than the one that casted the spell could see her or undo it. Elder Lazarus was not a witch, he did not have our blood and he was a full-fledged wolf. I was sure of this so how was this possible?

"She is mine! The debt of the Valerius blood is paid in the Tenth! She belongs to the Mirror now!" The Priest didn't stop. He was a tall, gaunt man with eyes like polished flint and a scar that ran from his temple to his jaw. He didn't look at me with pity. He didn't see a woman in love or a victim of a curse. He looked at me like a house that was already on fire—something to be demolished before the flames could spread to the rest of the village. "There is no debt left, Julian Valerius," the Priest said, his voice echoing with a supernatural power that made the very stones of the catacombs vibrate. "There is only rot. And I have come to prune the branch before the whole tree withers."

I wanted to take a moment to ponder but then the music began and I looked down the aisle to see the most beautiful sight I’d ever known. There she was positively glowing at me with her hair wound up in a large bun, white dress with blue trim in the absolutely perfect places, and when those blue eyes met mine. I thought I would collapse but luckily Rollo had come to stand by me and braced me. “Those are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” I glanced at Rollo nodding knowing his love was different but so fucking amazing in its way because he choose Laura the claimed mother of the Crimson Priestess and she glowed just not quite as much as my Sophia. Beside each stood also an amazing woma

She racked her brain, desperately trying to think of what to do, who to talk to next. And then, suddenly, as she saw the cross mounted on the wall above the table, it hit her: a priest. If anyone was qualified to know anything about the paranormal, about vampires, about the spiritual forces of good and evil, it would be a priest. The local priest, Father McMullen, was a good, kind man. She didn’t know him that well, but she knew enough to know he was accepting. He was the perfect person to talk to; he could not only give her comfort, but also give her guidance, tell her if she was crazy, and if not, tell her what to do. After all, the church still had an exorcism ritual, didn’t they? Maybe t

As his radio blares with screams of his comrades claiming they are under attack, he's swiftly issues an order for them to get the tank as they come above ground) Praying Priest: "What have you done monster?!" (Now throwing off his robes, revealing battle armor consisting of dark blue painted light metals, and cloth. As well as a sickle and several kunai that seemingly appeared from nowhere within his hands.) "I cast you out and may you be cleansed in the holy flame!! "Emptyness!" Consume!!" (The strange black Aura from before radiates throughout his body again. Surging from his head to his toe, and then into the kunai. He throws the kunai, and as it flies towards Dantzler. The kunai is now s

From the blackened marrow of the altar, a figure manifested. He did not walk; he Officiated. He was a being of Silver-Starlight and Ivory-Dust, his face a shifting mask of every "Priest" who had ever told a girl that her pain was a sacred duty. He held a Censer made of Human Teeth, its smoke a thick, indigo-gold vapor of Absolute Commitment that held the power to "Fix" any two souls into a permanent, static agony. It was the High Priest of the Loom.

More importantly, why was I so bothered by all of this? I had so many questions, especially as to why the priestess was feeding the maids the strange powder. Judging by the ease in the stance of the other maids, this was probably a familiar procedure for them. Too bad Relya didn't go into any details about what I'd face down here. “You have sacred blood, your majesty.” A priestess took one of his hands, peering down at his palm. “Demon, werewolf. Child of the moon, child of the curses. Through each spilled drop, the ritual gets closer to completion.”

His face was hidden beneath a cowl, but I saw his hands move confidently, arranging bowls of ash and small vials of jeweled liquids. I stood before him, cloak undone to reveal the braided strands of my hair, the sharp angles of my cheekbones, the faint tremor in my hands. Despite the danger—and perhaps because of it, I felt every nerve alive. Tonight was the night I would change my fate. The priest looked up slowly, his voice a rasp that echoed in the chamber. “Sebastian Riggs,” he intoned, “you seek to perform a severing ritual of great power.” He looked up at me, eyes bright in the torchlight. “You understand what you ask?” he murmured. His voice was a rasp, as if he spoke through centurie

My father says. “Don’t tell him about Levana. She will give him anything he wants for a price.” My mother says. Levana is the High Priestess of the coven that they left. She and the rest of the coven had started to dabble in dark magic and my parents had been concerned that they were doing things that are against the laws of nature.