Fiery Priest Kdrama Novels & Stories

“I believed Harlyn when she told me that it was for the best. That the only reason that she brought it back up was because it was sensible to do since I was portraying their drudge in the first place. She said that was the only reason. She never said that she’d use it. I found that she had done this quite a few times without my consent, but I had convinced myself that technically she was doing nothing wrong. That…I was her human, so why couldn’t she use it?” “So, you’re saying that she cared about you….as long as you stayed in a servant’s place,” Fierya clarified. It was then that I chuckled bitterly, recalling that night that she attempted to force me to mate with Tobias. “She once asked me

She grabbed my hands and pressed them while Soph and Marian went on. “What then happens to the feast? If you don’t attend you can’t serve her?” Soph asked. “We’re getting a priestess?” Kimi asked at the same time I shook my head in response to Soph’s question. “Yes we are, and she seems very passionate,” “Is she related to any of the elders?” Marian asked her and she shook her head.

The Thought of him killing an innocent child filled his eyes with tears. “I’ve never wished for anything in my life but today you coerced me to wish for something. I wish you‘d get a painful death.” Lord Yong uttered looking at Mi-sook with his heavy-laden eyes. Lord Yong prepared to perform the ritual, placing the princess inside a cradle of kindling. He looked at her beautiful and serene face for the last time. Unaware of the bitter reality, the poor baby was smiling. He then set the kindling on fire. The helpless and an ill-starred baby could only cry, as she was engulfed by flames.

The priest heaved a heavy sigh and murmured, "That was stupid of me. I should ask for my lord's forgiveness. I was overwhelmed by the human desire to feel the warmth of the only woman I love." On the other hand, without pursuing the fleeing priest, Richard's raging gaze lingered on the now-closed door, his jaw clenched in frustration. The silence in the room was heavy with unspoken tension as Khana turned to face Richard. "What... What was that, Khana?" Richard's voice cut through the stillness, his anger barely contained.

Even before the word came out she grabbed the bowl and hungrily downed the warm soup, choking in her hurry to quell the gnawing hunger in her belly. The young priest who had brought the bowl pressed his lips into a thin line. "There's progress after all." Even before Cleopoda could lick the bowl clean he pulled it from her hand, ignoring her whimpered protest, and strode out of the cell. Birian, the priest made his way to the small room where head priest Federic sat on a mat inhaling from a bowl of burning aromatic plants. He clapped his hands lightly. "What do you want?" came the gruff voice.

“You’re…you’re her.” “I am The Mother!” As I exclaimed my title, I used my human hand to yank his head back by pulling on his hair. My mouth opened, expelling a purplish-blue flame into Draven’s now gaping mouth. The dragon that was inside him emerged. It looked at me before he bowed. When that dragon looked into my eyes, I felt a connection. I had met it before, but where? When?

He who had no idea that Asherah and Old Fan were master and disciple lay claim to the body of his friend, believing that it was only right that his friend was returned to him as an asset. “Back off” Asherah’s eyes shone coldly as she turned and gazed at Chief Priest Kaka’s approaching figure. A cold wave of energy escaped her frame and crashed into Chief Priest Kaka, shaking his spirit and causing him to halt his steps. He felt his soul shake underneath the ferocity of that stare, as though he was being watched by a predator that was too lazy to regard him in a positive light. Her rage was like a torrential downpour that took no prisoners. Her heart expressed the amount of pain she was feeli

she asked, her voice gentle yet filled with an undercurrent of concern. The High Priestess nodded silently, but before she could respond, Pyrrhos, the god of flames, leaned forward. His crimson robes seemed to flicker like fire, and his glowing ember eyes bore into her. “Everything will be destroyed if we don’t follow the process,” he growled, his voice like a crackling inferno. “That will never happen,” the High Priestess replied, her tone unyielding and devoid of emotion. “The sacrifice must occur on the destined day, as ordained.”

"It’s turning… She’s rejected!" The Priest of the High Flame fell to his knees, his staff clattering to the marble. His eyes were wide and fixed on the swirling red flames. "This is not rejection!" he cried out, his voice cracking with terror. "The Silver Fire is under siege. The blood of the old bond…the blood of the true mate is fighting the ritual and it is calling to her from the depths of the earth!" He said horrified.

Agastya told her and she realised where they are. " Yes we will. "Paheli said The priest asked them to exchange the garlands and then sit in front of the fire. The priest chanted mantras but Paheli could not concentrate there. Her mind is occupied with other thoughts. The priest asked them to get up and they got up but before they could take a step ahead an ear piercing scream left from the priest whose body caught fire immediately. Paheli and Agastya both became shocked by this. "how did you both even thought that you can betray me and get away with it?" Came Darsh's angry voice that make them shiver in fear