Fiery Priest Kdrama Novels & Stories

The priest, nearest the cauldrons, seemed to come to his senses all at once. “No—no, the fire—” he stammered, hand darting for the nearest chain as if belated obedience might save him. Aria stepped between him and the lever. The priest froze, eyes wide. His hand hovered inches from the metal. “Touch it,” she said quietly, “and I will make sure your blood is the first thing it eats.” Something in her voice—flat, scraped raw, backed by more than human anger—made him, snatched his hand back as if burned.

But beneath it, small and unsteady, anger had begun to breathe. Kael had wanted her to see this. So she saw it. She saw Lyria choose power over a sacred bond. She saw Cassian bleed without falling. She saw the pack applaud ambition and call it duty. And she saw Darius standing beside her, silent and immovable, refusing to let her face it alone. The priest raised his hands again, preparing to bless Kael’s intended claim. Before he could speak, the torches around the courtyard flickered. Once. Twice.

These young priests were trained fighters, and Kiran’s provocation made them ruthless. “Get lost!” Kiran shouted, releasing his internal energy. Crash! The brooms shattered into countless pieces, and the young priests were thrown back, landing on the ground with painful cries. Kiran approached the first priest who had spoken, asking, “Where is Caleb?” “Who are you?” the young priest asked angrily, still reluctant to answer. Kiran raised his hand and struck the building beside him. Boom! The building's corner collapsed as if hit by a bulldozer.

"Now sweety, I was too angry. Do you what happens I am angry? Now, I am giving you another chance..." Suddenly Yoonji stood up and screamed and Yaoha's entire body was engulfed in flames. She didn't touch him, didn't throw any power at him and just with her intentions he was burning in flames. "Aah! Aah!" He started screaming like crazy and nobody helped him. Minhu and Xuri ran towards Ahn. Yoonji just stood there in her own flames as she looked at her burning father. She turned to look at the fallen body of unconscious Ahn with regret in her eyes.

He hated to admit it against a young opponent, but if he intended on escaping without killing the man, he was going to have to take the fight more seriously. You'd think the seminary was done making monsters, he thought as he sheathed his veils. To his surprise, the priest did the same. That was when he saw it. The black burn marks beneath the priest's partly drawn up sleeves, the slight grey streak in his hair held up behind in a bun, the calm disinterest in his eyes that he'd only ever seen on one other person, and only when the man had chosen to go into battle. It was the look of a man about to do something he felt he needed to. It was the look of indifference. This was a priest he couldn

<|control12|>The Confessional Flames I never thought my priesthood would lead me here, tangled in a web of forbidden desires that burned hotter than any hellfire sermon I’d ever preached. My name is Father Elias, and at 28, I was the epitome of devotion—or so the parish believed. Tall, with a lean build from years of seminary discipline, my green eyes and short dark hair made me look approachable, trustworthy. But beneath the cassock, doubts and urges simmered, especially since Luca and Marco entered my life.

Him : Amahle Khumalo Me : Hmmm Jordan : Can l trust you with my heart ? This whole thing is new to me , have never felt like this before . Have fallen head over heels in love with you without even intending to , I couldn't forsake the feeling . As a Priest am condemned to do this ,whatever this is but I don't even feel guilty because am willing to break any law for you . I love you Amah and if you break my heart l will lose it since you are my first and am sure last lover as well . Can I trust you with my heart ? That you won't break it ... The forbidden love story is getting more interesting , do you trust Amahle with Mr Priest's heart , that she will keep it safe rather than breaking it .I

That money was a life-saving fund I had left for my mother’s treatment. Dizzy and near death, darkness crept into the edges of my vision. However, the thought that they would never spare my frail mother once I was gone ignited a surge of desperate, furious strength through my body. ‘Mandy, you and Thomas thought you could use my life to secure your promotion? ‘Then I’ll send you straight to hell to earn it!’ “Boom!” I slammed the scorching gas pedal to the floor with every ounce of strength I had. The burning car shot forward under the cameras, dragging a trail of fire across the feed.

dangerous even. She had seen the way that priest looked at her brother. Father Khatri, a very handsome man with blonde hair and grey eyes that seemed to hold the answers to every troubled soul. She lusted after the priest a little upon setting eyes on him when she'd seen him along the market the second day they moved to this town and she'd fantasized about marrying the preacher.