روايات وقصص ضمن Creepy Priest

The walls groaned, and the ground quaked beneath their paws as new dangers rose to meet them. From the farthest recesses of the Citadel's heart, a shadow moved, flickering, almost liquid in form. The High Priests of the Order—those twisted souls who had corrupted themselves with forbidden magics—emerged from the depths of the Citadel. Their robes were tattered, their faces gaunt and hollowed, their eyes burning with the light of their false gods. They had become something else—something that was no longer entirely human. "We meet again, Veyra Hale," a voice hissed, its tone an unnatural rasp. The High Priest who spoke stepped forward, his bony fingers reaching out toward her. "You cannot def

The priest suddenly appeared before the spies who stood in shock as they were being surrounded by his slaves in their werewolf forms. The spies were frightened at the priest’s appearance. Their faces fell and their hearts started beating fast like it was going to fall off their chest. The first spy managed to bloat out. “We are not afraid of you.” “What do you want from us?” the second spy asked. The priest laughed out loud as he approached them. “I see that you two already know me.” He smiled and halted in front of them.

Confess her sins maybe? It was only now that she had gotten close enough to get a good look at the priest on the alter. He looked young, perhaps somewhere between his early to late twenties. He wore a black cassock, along with a silver cross dangling over his chest. He had slightly curly dark brown hair and dark eyes. She found yourself immediately drawn to him. He had this angelic, yet somehow dark, powerful aura all around him and in the words he spoke. She listened intently as he preached the words of God, his voice deep and serious

His cock still twitched, dribbling the last weak spurts. The incubus stepped back, cock still hard, glistening with mixed fluids. He addressed the congregation one last time. “This priest is mine. His body is the new tabernacle. Come forward… worship… or flee. But know, he will never be empty again.” He vanished in a curl of black smoke. Damien collapsed across the ruined altar, ass up, hole leaking, cock spent and twitching, vestments soaked in his own cum and the demon’s hellfire seed.

Katty turned, and behind her stood the High Priest, armed with a sword, with more men behind him. Katty opened her mouth, but one glance from the High Priest made her shut it immediately. She retreated behind him like a scared lamb. The High Priest was not the same as the one twenty years ago. The old man had long passed, and now the mantle rested on the shoulders of his young son...a man in his early thirties. One glance...and Kael did not like him. “Your mate will have to come with us,” High Priest Soren Acle, son of the late Priest Mordecia Acle, announced.

“The priest was hanged with a rope. His foot was tied on the ceiling, he was naked, there were seven claw marks, a two headed snaked was put inside his mouth, a black cloth was stuffed in his mouth and there were words on it. Everything was symbolic." My mother went quiet. “That is... That is so—" “Deep." I answered She turned to me as if she was just seeing me and I belonged somewhere else. “Deep?." She asked. “Yeah. Deep. They're serious about this. This is important. A priest, all those things you listed, a writing in blood... They affected the moon festival that's coming really soon. What do you need to make this an occult ritual?, black curtains, three bats and burning red candles. If t

My pleas were swallowed by the chanting, unheard, unwanted. Holy water hit my skin, a searing burn, and sizzled, like drops of acid. Smoke, acrid and metallic, rose from my arms, a horrifying testament to the corruption they claimed I harbored. "Possessed," the priest muttered, his eyes narrowed, filled with a righteous disgust. "She opens her legs and spreads evil."

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.

"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!"

The chief priest managed to spare a look at Sule and then he turned back to focus his gaze on Cyrus who by now was a full-blown werewolf. “What was that look for?” Sule queried because he couldn't understand how the chief priest could be so calm in the face of this impending danger. “WEREWOLVES,” the chief priest said as he shook his head from left to right. The chief priest was a human and not a wolf and it seemed to Sule like he had chosen the wrong time to start a debate on who was superior to the other. Sule did not think that it was the right time for that but then he held his tongue.