He Was Called The Red Priest Novels & Stories

The day of the evaluation arrived. A priest from the Church of the Eternal Flame was summoned—a tall, solemn man dressed in deep blue robes, carrying with him an ornate crystal staff. He introduced himself as Father Reinhart, a man of wisdom who had performed this ritual for countless noble families. Lucian sat stiffly in a high-backed chair as the priest stood before him, his piercing gaze measuring him. “Do not be afraid, young one,” the priest said gently. “This process will not hurt.” I’m not afraid, Lucian thought bitterly. I just don’t want to embarrass myself.

Unhooking my bra last, until I stood naked in the colored light, gooseflesh rising on my skin. He drank me in, eyes raking over every inch. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “So beautifully broken.” He stepped closer, circling me slowly. “I was a priest for fifteen years,” he said, voice low. “Took vows of celibacy. Heard thousands of confessions. Women, men—sins of the flesh poured out in that dark booth. I absolved them all. But I never touched. Never tasted.” His fingers trailed down my spine, making me shiver.

Confess her sins maybe? It was only now that she had gotten close enough to get a good look at the priest on the alter. He looked young, perhaps somewhere between his early to late twenties. He wore a black cassock, along with a silver cross dangling over his chest. He had slightly curly dark brown hair and dark eyes. She found yourself immediately drawn to him. He had this angelic, yet somehow dark, powerful aura all around him and in the words he spoke. She listened intently as he preached the words of God, his voice deep and serious

He was very intimidating. I had so many questions, who were they? Who was Saint Christopher? Did the man know that red wasn’t his color? But I had to shut my mouth, or my curiosity would lead me into trouble, again. Mother Renata halted as the man on the red robe started walking towards her. His every step echoed as he used his staff to guide him forward. When he finally stood beside her, Mother Renata did not flinch, even a bit. He was bigger and taller, but it seemed that he was not intimidating enough to scare the mother of the convent.

I stood at the corner and watched him sit there while waited for the priest to come so that he would confess, yet all in vain. His jet black hair combed nicely on his head, with a few strands falling off to his stout face, his facial features sharp as though he’d been just scalped by the best, his tattoo peeked through his expensive clothes, his pale skin and dark circles made one wonder what horrors he’d watched that made him horrific. He was handsome, dangerously eye catching, he was the type that would give you wet dreams for awhile, dangerously striking, his bad boy facade made me wonder what the priests couldn’t take, he looked like the saint and dare devil in one with invisible horns.

In the midst of the crowd laid a dead old priest with a bible in his left hand. In his right hand held a black big rosary that went rolled around his palm. "Please walk away. It's the police. " stated Jessica showing her badge to the people having them all extend. "I know this priest. " muttered Vivana. His name is Antonio Andrade. He was a good man. It was in a few minutes when an old nun came passed the people rushing towards the corpse.

The priest was still delivering his sermon, and the priest had quoted from ‘the proverbs in the Holy Bible’ “he that goes into another man’s wife, reduces himself to a loaf of bread.” He shook his head in dismay. He has really reduced himself to a loaf of bread because of a mere girl, because he was chasing another man’s wife, he wanted to show superiority to Ren his rival in their Big Brothers Club. He shook his head in regret. ‘I would never touch a woman who is not my wife’ he muttered to himself. He had no idea that this was just a ‘tip of an iceberg’ as far as the humiliation, shame, disgrace and embarrassment were concerned.

“Long before you came, there was a messenger of the heavens that arrived. He spoke about the terrible war that would befall this territory. For generations, the Baron’s family focused on their military might in preparation for the war. Unfortunately, our young master doesn’t believe in the words of the prophet. He opted to study instead and even brought back religion. Thankfully, the priest that the young master brought with him is an excellent healer. That priest is the only reason why our soldiers are wounded but not dead. However, there is only one priest holding out on an army of goblins. The shamans have more tricks up their sleeves than the priest with his divine power.” Healing Venedi

Moreover, only my father and I knew the news that I would be drawing lots to choose a mate. Perhaps, this was the solution that the heavens had given me. My father said, "Rhea, why don't we draw again? The High Priest is powerful, but he cannot even switch between beast form and human form freely. Even now, we still do not know what clan he is from. If you marry him, it will only upset all the Beastfolk." My father was deeply worried, but I held onto the stick tightly and refused to let go. "No, father, have you forgotten? It was he who predicted that I would be the Holy Maiden. All these years, his divination has never been wrong, which proves that he is far more powerful than we imagined.

“What the hell does that mean?” The priest unwrapped one hand — revealing a brand scarred into his palm. It was the Varela crest, but beneath it: a second symbol. A child holding a flame in each hand. “One for vengeance,” he said, “one for redemption.” Scene Three – Isabel’s Vatican Past The priest told the truth in pieces. Years ago, Isabel Varela had worked with a secret Vatican faction called Lumen Sanguinis — the Blood Light. She wasn’t just freeing children from the Vespers.