He Was Called The Red Priest Novels & Stories

“Sneaking.” “More like blending with the shadows. I read something interesting yesterday; do you want to hear it?” he nodded, expecting. Fredden lounged on the sofa, his arms on the backrest casually resting there. “We talked about the world shadows, right? The thing you said about the world has a shadow… I know you were joking but you hit the nail on the head. There was someone who wrote a big book about his theory and it was a priest. Do you remember that priest who got executed for trying to save the redcursed? I got a book from him from the black market. It stated that the world indeed has a shadow. The difference between both sides is that the roles are reversed. The shadows walked with

"Bararaq kei mein ka, ciet te tra vouz --" "Tis a conspiracy Zorns. Let not our hearts be soiled by their lies and deceit!" A priest from the sect, queuing in the crowd, cried, thus temporarily halting Marken's spell. Marken silently watched him tear away from the crowd, and walked towards the podium he occupied. A dull red robe laced with mud and dirt at the end licking the ground, swallowed him whole. Thick green vines of veins stemmed on his thin arms, which one from his incessant gesticulating was partly hidden within the sleeves, while the other arm was waving in air a crucifix.

Authority clung to him like a second skin—unhurried, heavy, unarguable. Boots. The soft scrape of soles over stone. The faint leather creak of a tailored coat. He stopped just inside the circle of fallen candles. “Report,” he said. The word was quiet, but it settled over the room with more weight than the gunshots. One of the men snapped to attention. “Perimeter secure. No signals out. Target group contained. Moderate resistance. The priest reached for a weapon. Neutralized.” Neutralized. That’s what they called Coren’s body bleeding out on the floor.

My fingers twitched with the sudden, violent urge to reach out and see if his skin was as cold as his gaze. "You’re late," I whispered as he stepped onto the dais beside me. "I had to wash the smell of your basement off me," Julian replied, his voice a razor-thin blade. "Though I doubt this house will ever be truly clean." The priest, a man who had been on the Moretti payroll for twenty years, didn't bother with the traditional homily about love. He knew the stakes. He hurried through the Latin, his voice trembling as he reached the final vows.

His eyes were very wild, and he gave off a very cold aura that caused Goosebumps to appear on the skin of the guards escorting him. “You called for me, boss.” The man asked in his deep baritone voice that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it. “I need your help with him, Red.” Fred said. Red face brightened up with a smile. He had been given a job he loved doing the most. Red was once a partner of Fred during his day’s as a soldier. He was one of the most brutal people Fred had ever met. He was given the name ‘RED’ in the battlefield cause of the way he was always bathed in blood after coming in contact with the enemy.

The grin on Rogue's face dropped and his eyes turned sharper , he looked at Chelsea and with a quick flick of his neck , he turned to look at Priest Rudolf , his gaze probing as he watches the man shake his hands with Lord Kaisen and Duke Levis . " I'm not lying " seeing Rogue's sudden drop in mood , Chelsea spoke up . Her heart ached at the thought that Rogue didn't trusted her but her claim was hard to believe , Priest Rudolf was the devotee of Lord Etah , an honourable priest who was once praised by the high priest himself . " I know "Rogue assured her patting her hand but still looking at Priest Rudolf appraisingly " I am just - thinking , How did this man got past the high priest survei

Because why am I liking the sound of that? My eyes flicked up to his face. And somehow, the darkness, the danger… it pulled me in. Red means go, right? Everything about him screamed a red flag, from his name to looks and his actions, but standing here, next to him, shirtless and screaming how I’m his… it had my thighs wet. I am definitely possessed. Think good things, Reina… think about Roman… yes… But I was just deceiving myself. I really do need a priest.

“I know, Father. But it feels so good.” “Undoubtedly,” he said. “However, I have methods to help you purge self-pleasuring from your life. They are unconventional, but if you trust me we can get started. If at any time you want me to stop, just say red.” My eyes went wide. What kind of methods? What kind of purging? I was almost too afraid to ask. But then reason kicked in. He’s a priest, Megan, I told myself. It was probably something like reading the bible and saying the same prayer fifty times in a row. But what about the red thing? “Okay, umm,” I started uncomfortably, “What will I have to do?”

Oil lamps and lanterns were adorned by the dais and by the nearby poles. Cavin whispered to Tommy, “Milord, that is Father Cornelius, the Twin Hollow new priest.” Upon hearing this, Celestina heard Cavin murmur in response, "...we saw him in the Redberg Village you know. He was the one with the odd knight's escorts." Tommy nodded in agreement as a shooting star had paused to light their path, like a lantern nestled in the wintry boroughs that made Diana sighed in delight.

He laughs, then gets to his feet and turns to walk out. “Wait!” I call out and get to my feet, trembling. He stops short and turns his head to the side, waiting for me to talk. “Why do this? Why come after my family like this when you killed them?!” Priest has me up against the wall with a hand tightly wrapped around my throat. “Look into my fucking eyes and tell me what you see,” he growls. I wretch open my eyes and peer up into his crimson ones. “They’re…r-red,” I stutter, my body trembling in fear. “Completely red, even the sclera.”