He Was Called The Red Priest Novels & Stories

He stared at John, at the bruised cheek, the defiant eyes, the sheer, raw power radiating from the man he’d called a defect. "John?" Caleb’s voice broke. "I told you," John said, his voice cold as the Abyss. "In ten days, I'm a ghost. Don't look too hard, Caleb. You might not like what you find." He shoved past the stunned enforcer, disappearing into the fog of the docks. Back at the manor, the news was already spreading. The Red Savior had appeared again. The Don was ecstatic. The brothers were in awe. John sat in his basement cell, staring at the shattered remains of his life, listening to the family upstairs celebrate the man they didn't know they were killing.

He looked around the room and acknowledged the fact that his members are there with him. Samantos is becoming too daring. He knows me and chose to play with me. "He chose to play with fire!!!" He shouted and the whole building shook. The guys were no longer surprised. A phone call jolted them back to life. Red, as he is popularly called stepped out to hand over the phone to Eric. Red, second in command, fastest shooter. He is called Red because of the number of people he has killed. He looks deadly dangerous. After Eric, no one dares him. A scar was visible on his face showing he had a rough childhood. Well, what more can you expect from a Capo? He relocated to the city after being beaten to

The locals called it Kırmızı Işık Kilisesi—the Red Light Church. There was a legend about a priest who sold indulgences for gold and whispered secrets. Elena had circled this chapel in some old notebook Matteo found during a raid in Rome, but we never knew why. Until now. The three of us arrived in thick fog. Matteo stayed behind with Luca in the safehouse. It wasn’t safe to bring him anymore. Every day we spent in Turkey, we got closer to Konstantin’s blade. Nikolai and I went into the chapel alone.

"Alexandra Bernard," Her eyes met the priest's as he called her name. She wasn't sure she heard a word of what he had been declaring earlier. The priest stretched his hand forward and she promptly placed her hand on his. "On this blessed occasion, I would be joining her hands together with this man beside her, Oliver Cole. The…" … … … Alexandra didn't hear another word as she was Dominus from the corner of her eyes, moving. The moon had almost become completely round, but what caught her attention was the change in it. Was the moon turning red?

"And apparently, he's kidnapping priests now." Sofia froze mid-flip, giving me a sharp look. "What?" I sighed. "Long story," I breathed. She narrowed her eyes. "Does this priest go by the name Father Elijah?" I blinked, unsure. "I haven't exactly heard the details." "It has to be him. He's causing some kind of uprising against top mafia dons. He says he wants to exorcise their souls and chase out the devil." My eyes went wide. "W-what do you mean? How long has this been going on for?" I asked her.

I'd come for him. Father Damien Cross, the mysterious priest everyone talked about but nobody really knew, the man with the dark past and strong hands who'd supposedly done unspeakable things before finding God. I wanted to see if the rumors were true, wanted to know what kind of man could make married women blush just by saying mass.

But their attempts were cut short when a man in the congregation with fiery red hair commanded everyone to get down on their knees. Fear and confusion gripped my heart as I watched the man approach Felix and me, the gun still ominous in his grasp. His words cut through the air, addressing the priest by the name of Krystallo. They were acquainted, and a sense of trepidation washed over me as I realized that this man had a different agenda altogether. "You did a good job, Krystallo," "These are mine. " With a chilling tone, the red-haired man acknowledged the priest's role and claimed ownership of the situation.

, father Cyprian said to the congregation after the distribution of the Holy Communion. “ Both now and forever”, everyone responded, smiling. “ I wouldn't like to waste much of our time so I'll go straight to hitting the hammer right on the nail”, he said as little murmurs arose from the congregation. Nuel was sitting at the sedelia in all his glory, watching everything that was unfolding. But then, who even said that he was Nuel? I mean, people do have doppelgangers. This new priest must probably be Nuel's doppelganger, not Nuel. Yes, that made more sense.

"Son! You are a victim, not a sinner!" "Still, I killed someone. And I can't get over it, yet" "What?!" "Is it that bad?" "God have mercy! Yes! It is huge!" "He was a bad man" "Is he the one who did it?" "Did what?" "The unfortunate dead" "Rape me? No, but he is one of them. I had to kill him so I could run away." The priest took a deep breath. He came across so many crazy confessions. However, this one deserves the trophy for the most disturbing confession ever!

Not just that, but a Priest too. Taking off my hat, I swipe up the yellow tape and walk through the doors. Dried blood, oak smell, and mixed perfumes. I stand in the center of the carnage, trying not to vomit. “An domhan olc seo.” (Irish for wicked world) Ten years chasing criminals in this shithole town, and I’d never seen a church turned into a butcher shop. Seven bodies. All stabbed. The priest’s throat slit while he clutched his bible.