Creepy Priest Novels & Stories

The priest then slid open the second panel and said, "First to properly sake your sinful urges, I feel I must work on satiating your inappropriate desires. Open your mouth, my son, and I will lead you in the proper prayer." I opened my mouth and a very hard cock was then pressed through the lower opening and inserted right into my mouth. I immediately closed my lips around it and began sucking the offered cock. I made a show of worshipping the hard cock. I sucked and licked the bulbous cock head as I brought my hands up to massage the balls. I moaned softly as I slowly engulfed the entire cock. I pressed my face forward until my nose touched the priest's shaved groin. I swallowed as the cock

Not pulling me closer in distance, but angling me inward, toward something buried deep beneath sanctified stone and ancient lies. They are not just holding her. They are preparing her. The word hits me during the third interrogation. This priest is older. Smarter. He smells of incense and long-practiced power. He does not scream when I drag him from his chambers and pin him to a pillar with one hand around his throat. “You feel it,” he rasps. “Don’t you?” I tighten my grip. “Speak,” I say calmly. “Or you die slowly.” Fear bleeds into his scent.

The ripping in my chest prevents air from reaching my lungs, and the sharpness of the stabbing pain threatens to kill me, so I hasten my words. "I, Alba Marie Crane, H-High priestess of Ketria, accept your rejection." The inhumane explosion of my chest as my body convulsed in pain leaves me falling into abysmal darkness whose end I cannot see.

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

Goosebumps started to form on my skin and I felt the fear consume me as I make eye contact with him. The High Priest. “Where is the child?” The High Priest asks, and as always, he wore the usual white silk cloth that covered his body that reached up to his feet. It always made me barf whenever I see how he always dresses up like he’s as clean as white. When in reality, his soul was darker than any color in this world. I took a step back and glanced at the alpha beside me. “Alpha Derek, are you really planning to take them all alone?”

"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 moved faster through the incoming parishioners, pulse loud in my ears. Then the catechist stepped forward to make the morning announcements. A new priest would be assisting for the time being. The words landed in sequence, each one cutting the hope cleaner than the last. New priest. Not returning priest. Not Father Riven. A different name was read out—foreign to my mouth, useless. The man in the black cassock was invited toward the altar. He turned fully into the light. Wrong face. Wrong age. Wrong eyes. He smiled at the congregation. Cassian almost never smiled."The mask felt slow to rise.”

“Jealous, mi novia? No need. She whored as often for your tío as she did for me.” Angela finally found a reason to smile. “And now he’s dead.” Herrera paled, his eyes widened in fear. She’d found a crack, a tiny crevice in the vampire’s invincibility. Clearly agitated, Herrera grabbed her arm and moved her more quickly to the opposite end of the large room. A priest, robed in rich purple and gold and wearing a jeweled biretta on his head, stood with his back to the room. Head bowed and hands clasped, he actually appeared to be praying. Then sudden hope flared in her heart when the priest turned around. She knew him.

Priest points to the dead man, “These two men just tried to kidnap Sage. Call the cleaners and let them know that they need to dispose of the dead body. Dragon, take the unconscious one to my garage. This was premeditated, and I want to know why they wanted to take her.” Dragon nods as he leans down, cover the dead man’s head with his jacket and hauls his body away. All I can do is stand there, my body shaking uncontrollably as Hunter makes a phone call; Priest checks the man’s pockets. It’s surreal and scary how methodical the whole thing feels. “Who are you?” I murmur warily. There’s no way that Priest is just a security guard. Not with the way he disarmed and killed the other man so easil

Then, I notice the reason for Holden’s discomfort. Several people are in a heated discussion around the altar. I recognize Alpha Michael, Beta Nick, Gamma Rhys, Delta Sally, and Olivier. One of the men is wearing grey robes and a long metal chain around his neck, which tell me he’s a Moonseer, a werewolf priest. He would be the one leading the service today. We approach the altar, and I’m horrified by what I see. Stones are overturned, and ancient symbols are smeared with paint. And there, right in the middle, is a crude representation of a DNA helix. It’s like a mockery of our most sacred beliefs.