Fiery Priest Kdrama Novels & Stories

The woman would happily choose to be by the side of Haekyo than him. Kyunghee angrily ruffled her hair and also threw everything on the table beside him to pieces. He was angry, he was disappointed, he was hurt. Everything mixed together and made his chest feel squeezed until it was tight. “Arghhh, you bastard! Fuck you Lee Haekyo!!! Arrghhh." Kyunghee cursed uncontrollably. His men, who had accompanied him there, seemed overwhelmed to calm Kyunghee down. He tried to hold Kyunghee's arm so as not to keep throwing all his things on the floor, but Kyunghee just jerked their body so that the poor man fell on the floor and was stabbed by some of the broken glass scattered there.

The lady cried in agony as the Soldiers forced her on the pyre, binding her hands and legs to it with chains. Picking up a flame torch from an erected stick the priestly man turns to the crowd of people gathered. "And now, the cleansing power of God almighty shall purge this worker of iniquity from sin here in this physical realm and in the abyss of hades." With his proclamation the man threw the torch into the pyre which burst out in flames then overwhelmed the pyre, the lady screamed out in pain and anguish as the flames tore through her clothes and flesh. "Amen," the crowd chorused.

“Her. Lyria Devin. She has returned, and Pierre belongs with her.” “This is madness!” The High Priest suddenly explodes, his frail body vibrating with a sudden, unexpected fury. He turns away from me, his hands clutching the edges of his gray robes as he begins to pace frantically across the wooden floorboards, his boots thumping loudly against the wood. “Absolute madness! Pierre is a fool! A blind, ungrateful fool! How could he fumble someone like you? How could he throw away three years of loyalty, of absolute devotion, for a woman who abandoned this pack when it was bleeding out?!”

“Wait, I need to wear my underwear first,“ Jeremiah stopped Tobias in the middle of the way, and pulled up his boxer that still hanging in his left leg. After he wore it properly he said, “Okay let's go!” Both priests were now running secretly passed the other priests who were gardening around the front yard. Luckily, they all were so devoted to their chores; they did not pay attention to the two roommates who passed them by in hurry. Meanwhile, the brothers just recovered the injuries they received, they felt very disappointed and furious at the same time. “Who is that male priest?” Carson asked, “How can he use a fire spell?” “I don't know, Carson, but soon we will find out…” Jayden said w

Her eyes, burning with ancestral fire, locked onto his. “I am the Flamebearer of Saphiren. I have reclaimed what is mine. And you... will not touch my family again.” The ground split beneath her feet, casting the High Priest back with a shockwave of golden light. Phoenix glyphs seared the air, burning away the walls that fed on despair.

Then exploded inward with the force of my fury. There she was. Chained to an obsidian altar, blood trailing from her wrists, head bowed, her fire dimmed but not out. A priest stood over her with a curved blade, muttering a rite in Sariyah’s tongue. He didn’t even look up when I entered. Big mistake. I didn’t give a warning. Didn’t let him finish the sentence. I threw my hand forward, and the shadow burst from me like a spear, impaling him through the back and lifting him off his feet. He screamed, finally understanding what was coming. I walked to him slowly, step by step, until I was face to face with him, his feet dangling, blood dribbling down his chin.

“But you must bleed for it. The Ritual of Truth. One cut. One question. Answer truthfully, and you rise. Lie… and you burn.” Chaewon took the blade. Unflinching. “Ask.” The priest stepped forward, voice like thunder. “Do you love Jian Lee?” Gasps echoed, even the flame swayed. Jian’s breath hitched. She looked at him—into him—and saw every piece of their shattered, beautiful history in his gaze. “I do,” she whispered. The blade sliced across her palm. Blood dripped into the silver bowl. The flame surged, the Circle fell silent. Then the high priest knelt. “The Phoenix recognizes you.”

Five Latin words scrawled in red ink. Venit ad arcam ignis sanctus. The Saint of Fire has returned. Scene Two – The Whispering Priest They found him inside a crumbling basilica — an old priest, face blistered from flame, hands wrapped in bandages. He looked up as she entered. “You wear her eyes,” he said, smiling. “I wear no one,” Amara snapped. “Tell me why I was summoned.” He bowed his head. “Because fire never dies. Only waits.” Cassian moved forward, impatient. “What the hell does that mean?”

“…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!