Fiery Priest Kdrama Novels & Stories

she was begging the priest The priest, her mother, her sisters and some other people were at the scene, most of them were crying Irene Sargon ran to her dead lover's body "Nat!" She cried while hitting the dead boy "Nat look at me! Nat open your eyes! I'm here now!" Damyanti Sargon moved to Irene Sargon and helped her up "I'm sorry" "He isn't waking up" she sobbed The priest moved to where Adrian Sargon was laying down in his pool of his blood and that of his army, and touched him

His gaze lifts back to mine just as Rizzi delivers me to him and he holds out his fingers, practically glaring at me and daring me to run the other way, just so he can catch me like the caveman he truly is under all that high-fashion. I stave off my laughter. I’ve never met a man more confusing than Zefiro. Something hot tingles under my skin when our fingers touch, and just as he turns us towards the priest, he whispers roughly against my ear, “Are you trying to kill me, vita mia?” My cheeks burn as his eyes droop to my cleavage. “Maybe.” His nostrils flare and for a second, he leans over, and I think he might kiss my collarbone. But I see it the moment he remembers. His eyes shut and he br

Although this graduation painting had not yet been completed, it was far superior to any of my previous works. The moment Willow saw the painting, her expression subtly shifted. I caught the flicker of greed and jealousy in her eyes. I looked around the room. In the next moment, I did something that left everyone completely flabbergasted. I pulled out a lighter and flicked it. Then, I brought the flame close to one corner of the canvas. "Cassidy! What are you doing?" Jess shouted sharply almost immediately. Needless to say, she was the first to react. The flame licked at the edge of the canvas and spread quickly. My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before

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.'

PYRO'S POV I should kill this bastard through the use of my power, but I am not a monster who kills helpless miners. I just can not hold back my anger when I saw them walking together, especially when he was offering his arm to Fira. I knew what I did was bad. I felt sorry for this man. I just could not understand my feelings. I was super mad to the point that I wanted to kill and buried him in the ground. I was always like this if the uncontrollable anger covered my body, but the difference, I had no clue why I was bursting in anger. All I knew was when I saw them, I felt the tightening in my chest at the same time the over rage spread all over me and the fire started to come out. No matter

the priestess asked in a slightly hoarse voice. The brothers nodded confidently, and the princess silently looked at the fire, trying to stay on her feet and accepting the inevitable. Aznar and Beria held out their hands to the priestess at the same time, palms up. Bery on the right, Aznar on the left. The priestess ran her dagger slowly across them, the blade stained with blood. Deya felt sick, a hum rose in her ears.

His expression was filled with rage; he wanted to fight Tian Sen and demand justice for his son, but he didn’t know how to calm his son down as he kept thrashing about in pain from his chest. “Wow, I never expected that the Fire Lion Fist would truly reach a whole new level after being combined with my own fire!” Tian Sen couldn’t help but praise the power of the fire he had drawn from his subconscious. Although it wasn’t as hot as the blue fire he’d seen, it was certainly enough to take on opponents of a higher level. And that was only twenty percent of his fire—he had no idea what kind of impact using fifty or even one hundred percent of it would have.