Ghost Crucified Novels & Stories

"What's the rush? When the door's open, we'll know for sure, won't we?" Veins bulged on the back of Dad's hand. He didn't speak again and just stared at the staff. The moment the door finally opened, Dad rushed closer. A platform covered in white ash could be seen inside. And among the ashes, two skulls, one large, one small, were nestled tightly together.

he shouted, pressing the cross until the man's head burned slowly. Zach held back as best he could, and the man slowly burned to death in deep pain. He shouted as he finished releasing one life into the sky. "Aaahh..." Zach let go of his grip and staggered back, almost falling. "Oh, God. Oh my God…" Zach gasped and pressed against the door. The man was still slowly burning to dust, with a cross stuck to his forehead. "Father! Father, what's going on inside? Father, please come out!" Sister Anna and other nuns joined in, screaming and banging on the door. Now, the congregation is also calling Zach.

Gathered at the large cavern hidden under the temple were three hundred hooded figures in black robes. They stood around the burning incense and other offerings that lay at the center of the pentagram painted on the floor, with white candles at each corner. "Tonight is the night promised to us by Croven, our savior," said the man in the middle. "All men die, but not all have the honor of dying with God... To be a living sacrifice to Him..." They shifted uncomfortably as if reconsidering what they had already decided.

I was grabbed by a pair of strong hands and led to an altar where Caesar was already standing, tall and terrifying in all his power. I was placed beside him, his hand grazed mine. The same elder who had given Vince the medallion carried a black and gold robe toward Caesar. He laid it over his shoulders with reverence. Then, he handed Caesar the bowl with the medallion. Caesar raised it high to the congregation. “All hail Caesar Augusto,” the congregation suddenly chanted in one voice, “Re de Cross!” Their voices thundered, echoing in the church. “All hail Caesar Augusto, Re de Cross!”

The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts. My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.

As she walked in, she could see blood splattered everywhere. In the middle of the room, a man was hung by two chains holding his hands apart. His legs were also chained to the ground, positioning him in a crucifix fashion. His head hung low as though he had expired but his chest said otherwise. He still heaved, an evidence that he was still alive and breathing. Only that his breathing was laborious and rather slow.

His voice was quiet, but every man in the courtyard heard it. Moretti stared at him, his cane trembling slightly against the stones. "The Cruz family... they said they took you on the pass." "The Cruz family is dead in a ditch," Christopher said, forcing himself up onto his feet. His left arm hung uselessly at his side, but his right hand moved slowly down toward his waist, where the silver handle of his gun was visible under his torn jacket. "And anyone who stands on this hill after the count of three will join them."

Though he had reached the core of the tablet, what he saw next made him almost wet his pants. A large horde of beasts with a body of half-snake and half-woman were all making slithering noises and staring at him with bewilderment all around him. He then realized that the thing he landed on was a large stone altar that had a crucified snake-woman at its center. The state of the crucified victim did not look good. Several parts of her body had turned dark blue. While she also had a hint of fright in her eyes, a golden light was hovering over the crucified snake-woman. The entire scene looked like some kind of strange sacrificial ceremony.

He face-fucked me brutally while continuing to pump the crucifix in and out of my cunt. After making me gag and drool, he pulled the crucifix out, now shiny with my juices, and pressed it against my asshole. “No, Father— not there with the cross!” I begged. “Yes. There.” He forced the thick metal into my tight shithole, stretching me open with the holy object while he slammed his real cock back into my pussy. Double penetration on the main altar — his massive cock in my cunt and the crucifix buried in my ass. I screamed in ecstasy and horror as he fucked me mercilessly, the crucifix shifting obscenely with every thrust.

Not ever. The priest, Father Zerus, stood at the head of the open grave, his voice was dripping with practiced reverence as he read from the worn leather Bible in his hands. "I am the resurrection and the life," Zerus intoned, his eyes scanning the crowd before settling, just for a fraction of a second, on Tristan. "He who believes in me will live, even though he dies."