Creepy Priest Novels & Stories

With a growl that shook the room, he grabbed the man by the neck, lifting him with ease. The priest struggled, his legs kicking wildly as Damian’s grip tightened, but it was no use. The life drained from him, his body going limp. With a disgusted grunt, Damian flung the corpse across the room. The remaining priests fell to their knees, bowing low in fear. The one who had guided Damian into the darkness merely smiled. ************* Back at the hut, Cathrine grinned, unaware of the storm brewing elsewhere. “Luca, come on, let’s go hunting. I’m craving meat.”

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

They must haven't seen it coming, and neither have I. I can feel the tension grow thicker in the air by second. So thick that it starts to suffocate me, then crawls to myskin, my flesh. There was nothing but silent screaming within me, drowning me in, piece by piece. Inch by inch. Waiting for his response, until nothing of me left. “Pardon,” the high priest draws his eyebrows together then glares at me with fierce, yet curious eyes, “do you understand what you just said, dear?”

Kale roared, staggering upright, his claws half shifted. The priest’s body ripped open from the inside. Not with blade, not with claw, but with something unseen, something that tore him apart as if invisible hands were shredding him limb from limb. His scream died in a wet gurgle before his head snapped back, and then... There was silence. The corpse slumped forward into my arms, lifeless, blood seeping between my fingers. His skin was gray, his veins blackened like roots twisted with rot. My breath came ragged, hot against the cold air. Slowly, I let his body drop to the floor.

I grew up here, it’s my home, and I feel safest when I’m here. I’m out of breath and ready to collapse by the time the priest reappears wearing the green and gold vestments. His beautiful honey-brown hair shimmers in the golden roof lights, which only enhances his otherworldly appearance. The priest simply ignores me. He turns his back to me and kneels in front of the cross to say his prayers. I stare at his broad back, my mouth dryer than sandpaper. An image of large, rough hands ripping my church dress off flashes through my head and I go a little weak in the knees.

Beneath my breath, I mutter, "Don't be a hypocrite." We both face the priest. Frankly, he doesn't look like a priest. His hair is long and graying, and he has a goatee. There are dark bags under his eyes and his voice is a croak, like he's been smoking his whole life. I have a bad feeling about this.

There were two cups of tea, fragrance wafting in the air. A man sat opposite Drake. The man looked like he could be in either his thirties or his fifties. Wearing a Taoist robe, with a topknot on his head, this man seemed just, yet there was an ambiguous devilish aura to him as well. This man was Brian Cunningham, also known as Priest Brian to others. “My fellow priest, it is a huge honor to have you grace us with your presence,” Drake said, lifting a cup to him in salute.

She turned, shoulders shaking, ready to storm out— And froze. Her entire body went rigid, and when I turned to look toward the entrance of the hall, I understood why. An older man around my grandmothers age, stood there, his presence commanding, ethereal. A dedicated priest of the Moon Goddess, cloaked in the same colors of the moon phases, the faint shimmer of ancient power surrounding him. There were only a handful of priests left from the Ancestral Howls Pack. And from the look on my grandmother’s face, it was as if she had seen a ghost.

Ted followed him after paying the driver. He rolled his eyes. Lots of people come in and they arrive just in time. He immediately grabbed Ted's arm and invited him inside. He was shocked by what the young man had done. It's like diarrhea without knowing it. At the back they positioned two. He quietly listened to the new Priest from another country and gave sermons and guidance to the people inside the church.

“What the fuck did you bring here, Liam?” “I don’t know,” Liam said, but it sounded like he didn’t believe himself. His grip on my wrist tightened. I could feel his pulse under his skin, the warmth between us pulling tighter. The priest suddenly dropped to his knees. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he whispered. His eyes darted to me, terrified. “She’s not meant to be an offering.” The room froze. Even the fire seemed to quiet. Cade turned to him. “What did you say?”