Creepy Priest Novels & Stories

A driver in a grey suit steps out, rounds the hood, and opens the rear passenger door. The cheerful noise reaches a crescendo—then cuts off abruptly, leaving behind complete, breathless silence. A tall, broad-shouldered Black priest steps onto the gravel, holding a thick leather Bible and an exorcist's crucifix. His gaze moves over the crowd, then settles on the church doors. He studies them a moment too long. Then his eyes return to us. He’s striking. Piercing, narrow eyes sweep over the crowd as if they can read every sin carved into our bones. His short, wavy hair is styled like the rappers whose music we secretly pass around at school.

The priest is the same ancient man from César's world—someone who asks no questions, who marries monsters to their victims without hesitation. César takes both my hands. He faces me. "You're shaking," he observes quietly, under the music. "I'm cold," I lie. "You won't be cold much longer." His eyes are intense. "After today, you will never be cold again. I will keep you warm. Forever." It sounds like an oath but It feels like a threat. The music stops. And the ceremony begins. ********************* ~CESAR POV~ The priest drones through the liturgy in Latin.

Every breath came out ragged. And then—like Satan was laughing at me—I clicked on another video. A priest. Collar still on. A guy under him. I froze. Heat slammed into me so hard I thought I might pass out. “No,” I whispered. “Not that.” But I couldn’t look away. The priest leaned down, whispered into the guy’s ear, and the moan that followed went straight through me. My mind betrayed me. Replaced the man on screen with Father Dorian. His tattoos. His hands. His mouth.

People that have sworn to remain virgins or celibates for the rest of their lives. Immediately I see them, I feel my body tingle with excitement. Fuck this is not right. I’m here for deliverance not these stupid feelings I’ve been having all week but then they even look better than the photo I saw of them. Shit, shit, shit. They continued to walk closer and I finally got to fully see their faces and features. The first man or should I say priest was younger. Maybe in his twenties with dark brown curly hair like a bouquet of scattered flowers and eyes the color of hazel. Father Leonard.

Some dripping down. I sneak a look and I see the priest who looks to be in his fifties grab a hold of the Male actor member. I hear him moan…more grunted moan escape the Male actor's lips. Even though it’s a bit dark around here, I manage to see the pearly white smile the priest gave on feeling the hard cock in his palm. I try to cut my eyes away from them but before I do so, I see the priest running his tongue over the tips of the guy's member.

A sharp intake of breath echoes in the chamber, and I open my eyes to find the priestess standing still, her eyes wide and unseeing. “High Priestess,” one of the seers calls out, concern lacing her voice. “What is it? What do you see?” The priestess remains silent, her eyes vacant, as if she’s looking at absolutely nothing…then her eyes go completely white and she lets out a bloodcurdling scream. I move backward and walk into one of the Alphas; he wraps his arms around me and inhales roasted marshmallows, but even Malachi scenting me can’t stop the horror inching its way into my heart.

No one came to his aid. The yakshini pulled the priest close, until they were face to face. Then that awful tongue licked the priest's face, and the poor man's screams gagged in his throat. Because wherever he was touched by the tongue, his skin was pulled away. When the priest was a faceless mass of gore, the yakshini threw its head back and laughed. Then its hands flew up behind the priest's neck and took hold of his skull. With one powerful yank it twisted the priest's head around until it was

I'd come for him. Father Damien Cross, the mysterious priest everyone talked about but nobody really knew, the man with the dark past and strong hands who'd supposedly done unspeakable things before finding God. I wanted to see if the rumors were true, wanted to know what kind of man could make married women blush just by saying mass.

"You think I'm dumb like your dumb ass?" I swallowed. "Say shit one more time," he dared. I held his gaze nervously but lowered my eyes as tears filled them again. He dragged me along, heading close to the altar. I felt the need to cry my eyes out as we got to the priest. "We here," Big Kai said to the priest who nodded slightly. "Welcome, Big Kai," the priest said with a tiny smile as his eyes moved to me. He is a tall young priest who looks like he could be around Big Kai's age. I don't know his age.

the priest said, “Do you know anyone that can help us In our research,?“Henry said, “Are you a researcher,” the priest asked. “Not really, but I have Interest In studying supernatural creatures and magical powers,” Henry explained, “I will direct you to someone else, he might be of help,” the priest explained,