Creepy Priest Novels & Stories

The matron excused. The priest was now left alone with Dale in the room. Dale began panting, she never knew what he would do to her or what to expect. Was he really who he claimed to be or another wolf in sheep's clothing. The priest took his seat far from her position. He rested his back and faced the rotating fan and began singing the Christian hymn; "All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small. All things wise and wonderful. The Lord God made them all." Dale marveled at his sweet voice. An elderly man at his age with so much vitality.

I can do this, I convince myself. It's just the creepy priest and Diego waiting at the altar. Diego's tuxedo has been adjusted to perfection, or perhaps changed to an identical outfit like with my dress. The fabric of his tux flows elegantly, and his black hair cascades like a waterfall to his shoulders. Even with the lights shining brightly in the room, the darkness still envelops him, casting an eerie shadow. He stands there, akin to a dark god, an enigmatic figure defying the luminosity around him. It's fucking shocking that he hasn't burst into flames within this church, but I suppose that would include me as well, given the sins I've just committed.

They passionately stared at Ares, who transformed into a human form. "It's really the High Priest! It turns out that the High Priest is a dragon! No wonder he can predict the Holy Maiden! He and the Holy Maiden are a match made in heaven!" "What Klaus? What Orion? No matter how exceptional they are, they are no match for a dragon! Holy Maiden, they probably found out the Dragon Clan was coming and chickened out!" Some excited Beastfolk had already started jumping to conclusions. I watched and did not stop them. I thought, 'Aren't Klaus and the others waiting for me to beg them? Let us see who begs whom.'

“Maybe you want to confess?” The three looked at each other and then shook hands at the priest’s offer. The priest smiled slightly and looked at Kyra. Strange look that Cael could not explain. Earlier, he was restless in the priest's aura. It was not the first time he had met, talked to, and approached a priest, but it was the most mysterious. Cael didn’t feel like it was a saint or anything.

“…You…! To think you’d still behave so presumptuously even though you’re about to be done for!” growled the priest in anger. Before he could say anything else, however, the priest momentarily froze. Now staring-wide eyed at Gerald, the priest was able to somehow see flames reflected in Gerald’s eyes. He couldn’t look away, and shortly after, the priest began feeling a burning sensation on the soles of his feet… Following that, the priest screamed miserably before turning into nothing but dust in less than a second!

“He was raped. Sodomized with the altar cross. Then crucified on the church doors.” I kill the line, barreling down the stairs in only briefs. I don’t know how much I can hear, see, or take at this point. I'm losing my goddamn mind. Harry chases after me. “Dec, you’re not thinking straight. What if it’s not him? What if—” “It’s him!” I snap. “It’s always him!” Mad-Bishop. Killed clergies. And Raped a priest?! This is the height!

The collective attention reduced her to pure sensation; she was no longer a single person but the focal point of the entire room’s hunger. The priest watched until her thighs trembled and soft, continuous sounds left her throat. Only then did he mount the steps and take his place between her spread legs. He was already hard, the thick length of his cock heavy and flushed. He did not rush. He dragged the head through the oil-slick folds of her pussy, coating himself, and looked down at her with the calm certainty of a man performing a rite. “The offering is ready,” he said.

The hall itself had been transformed for the occasion, banners in deep silver and midnight blue, the old royal crest hanging above a raised dais where the Eastern Church's High Priest waited, robed in black, hands folded with practiced serenity. Elena recognized nothing about him, yet something in her newly awakened senses recoiled the instant her eyes found his. This was the man Edgar Freeman had reported to, weeks ago, in a confession booth neither of them knew she would ever learn about. The priest who already suspected what she was. He watched her approach on Issac's arm, and something flickered behind his composed expression, recognition, satisfaction, the quiet triumph of a man whose l

I looked over at him and through gritted teeth, I whispered, “This is not a good plan if you are just trying to bring my skin to a boil.” “Just follow my lead,” he whispered to me. He then made a small gruff cough, “Um excuse me, but before we start could Kellina show me where the restroom is?” My heart skipped a beat and suddenly all eyes were on both of us. “My other priestess can do that for you,” the High Priestess motioned to the line of them gathered on the wall stiff as a board. “Oh, that’s alright, I was hoping Kellina could so I could pick her brain about our final in biology.” He winked at the High Priestess and stood up. I sat there frozen unsure of what to do.

"And apparently, he's kidnapping priests now." Sofia froze mid-flip, giving me a sharp look. "What?" I sighed. "Long story," I breathed. She narrowed her eyes. "Does this priest go by the name Father Elijah?" I blinked, unsure. "I haven't exactly heard the details." "It has to be him. He's causing some kind of uprising against top mafia dons. He says he wants to exorcise their souls and chase out the devil." My eyes went wide. "W-what do you mean? How long has this been going on for?" I asked her.