He Was Called The Red Priest Novels & Stories

"Do you, Roman Moretti-" I didn't hear the rest of the priest's words because my ears were suddenly ringing, blood rushing to my head, making me feel dizzy. No, I couldn't have heard right. The man standing before me couldn't be Roman Moretti, a man famously known as the mafia reaper. A man who killed for the mafia without any reserve and had more blood on his hands than entire armies. His name alone struck fear in people's hearts and made the police turn the other way. What had I done?

Lifting the bloody priest, the ghost carried him to a couch. "Thank you, my friend," the priest said in awkward French. "The offertory money is tempting for thieves. You speak French in your sleep. Do you also speak Spanish?" The ghost shook his head. What is your name?" He continued in broken French. The ghost could not remember the name his parents had given him. All he heard were the taunting gibes of the prison guards. The priest smiled. "No hay problema. My name is Koldo Myositis. I am a missionary from New York. I was sent here to build a church."

I pass by Priest’s prized black Tesla and make my way to his office. Several men in jumpers wave as I pass by. Once I reach Priest’s office door, I step in without knocking. “Priest, this better be good because I was in the middle of something.” Priest is one of the top trainers in the Confradia. We met seven years ago while he was working on a case. I was fairly new to the Confradia. Priest was on a mission, and I needed some help. He pulled me out of some real deep shit. Let’s just say he wasn’t happy and took it upon himself to make sure I didn’t kill myself. Priest is a badass. To add to his myth, the fucker used to be blind. Yeah, I said it; up to several months ago, he was blind. Even

“Let’s just say you got lucky. Your baby is safe, too. We finally met, Miss Katherine Dela Torre. Let me properly introduce myself. I am Jonathan Valencia.” I looked around and found the owner of that voice. It was coming back to me now. That was the last voice I heard before I passed out. He was wearing a black trench coat and was casually sitting in one corner while sipping coffee. He had long and straight jet-black hair and a pair of blue condescending eyes that seemed to have the power to read through me, through my heart, and soul. How could this man be a priest? He didn’t look like it. He looked like a man who was used to giving commands inside a very elegant place and not someone who

That's also the reason Camden never improves. "And I hope we see each other again next Sunday!" I blinked several times when the priest bid his goodbye to us. Well, if I'm not mistaken, his name is Joseph Walter. From what I've heard from the rumors, he was a priest from another chapel before he assigned here; I remembered hearing that he used to take advantage of nuns. But seriously, I hope that's not true or I'm going to puke on his face right now. I lost count of the time. My father forbade me to open my phone because I kept looking at it the whole time.

he moved closer to me and whispered, “even if I badly want to eat you up tonight, I am still a considerate man” I could feel color creep up on my face, how could a priest be so vague and ……sexy? “Get lost, I wasn’t thinking about that” “Then why is your face red then?” “It’s because of the temperature of the room and how do you know my face is red?” I rolled my eyes, “I am dark skinned” After talking, I walked back to the bed and perched on it, that was when his mobile rang. Seeing it was the bishop , zayn closed his eye for a moment before pressing the phone against his ears,

I was just asking him if he's a priest and he retorted by asking me if I'm a prostitute. "I'm sorry but I'm a little bit lost here, what are you talking about?" I asked the man. "You wouldn't believe it but I just made $1000 for one client only. There's a weird priest inside that Abbey, he's willing to pay you money if you play along with his fetish. At first, I thought the priest was gay and he wants to have sex with me but then he just asked me to wear this ugly black cassock, he then cut my palm using his fucking teeth and sip my blood like he was so thirsty. I know it's fucking weird but I don't care anymore as long as I'm getting paid with it." The man told me and I don't know why but t

People that have sworn to remain virgins or celibates for the rest of their lives. Immediately I see them, I feel my body tingle with excitement. Fuck this is not right. I’m here for deliverance not these stupid feelings I’ve been having all week but then they even look better than the photo I saw of them. Shit, shit, shit. They continued to walk closer and I finally got to fully see their faces and features. The first man or should I say priest was younger. Maybe in his twenties with dark brown curly hair like a bouquet of scattered flowers and eyes the color of hazel. Father Leonard.

"Exorcisms. Supposedly he's got some really sharp sixth sense and is able to free people from possession faster than any other priest. I think he once said that he was going to become a priest and just do exorcisms as a specialist. He'll probably be recruited into the Vatican pretty soon."

I said, tonelessly. "They are gone. They left early yesterday morning after they tied us up." His breathing was uneven. He took a minute to steady his breath and said, "I hope they never come back." "Describe them." I kept my tone leveled. "They all had white hair, and red eyes except for one…." he trailed off. "Tell me about that one." The other priests kept making muffled sounds, shaking their heads at me with eyes bulging out, floundering. "They called him the Alpha Prince," he said, studying my face with his marble-gray eyes. "He sort of looks closely like you."