Holy Post Podcast Novels & Stories

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

~Be my last meal, baby.~ Arcane POV: Finally, after a whole, agonizing week, Mom was discharged from the hospital. She wasn't completely fine, of course. Chemo sessions loomed ahead, a stark reminder of the battle she was still fighting. But she was better than before, and for that, I was immeasurably relieved.

Wow she's so beautiful. "Hi” I stuttered,”hhoww "Hey Rita* Mr Rogers interrupted "Come downstairs and get the luggages inside my room. "Babe let's go” he held her waist and they both headed to the room giggling. What did I just hear ? Babe? I laughed and slapped myself a little maybe I'm dreaming. I got shocked and speechless trying to understand what just transpired while I tiptoe down to where the luggages are. My eyes got watery and tears rolled down

"Hey" "Hey". Responded the startled Amy as she turned almost immediately while taking a few steps back just Incase she needed to run. "Oh! You are a priest". She continued while visibly relaxing her facial muscles which had tightened up out of fear just few minutes before. "I am sorry..." she continued. "No . It's fine. I shouldn't have interrupted your thoughts that way" he cuts in. "I was scared stiff. I thought I was gonna get mugged but then who would do that in a holy place" she giggled through the last part of her sentence.

but thankfully, the red was gone. I took a sigh of relief and straighten my back, wearing that black holy cassock over my shoulder and pure white collar around my neck; a symbol of my chastity from so many years, couldn't remember the exact date though...or year in my case. “ Father, the wolves have arrived"

My voice comes out hoarse, and I cough a few times to clear my throat. “O, check your socials.” I recognize Skylar’s voice right away. “Why?” “Malachi’s new podcast just dropped. You’re mentioned like ten minutes in.” My head snaps up in attention. The way Skylar’s normally confident voice comes through the phone tells me this isn’t going to be good news. She sounds concerned, and I start walking quickly to get home. “I’m at Touchdown Tavern. Can’t talk anymore, but you needed to know.” “How did YOU know?”

He roars my name, a primal, raw sound of total surrender. He drives into me one final, bone-jarring time, burying himself to the root as his body seizes. The hot, heavy flood of his release pours into me, a liquid brand of his devotion, anchoring us together as the world falls away into blissful, absolute nothingness.

Then he steps onto the brightly lit stage, the audience clapping and cheering as he takes his seat. The host, a charismatic man with salt-and-pepper hair, greets him with a warm smile. “Welcome, Elijah and Cassandra! Today, we’re discussing the recent events surrounding Silas Cross and the Institute of the Higher Mind. It’s a pleasure to have you both here.” Elijah takes a deep breath, ready to share his truth. “Thank you for having me. It’s important that people understand the reality of what’s been happening.”

This house was mine, yet he spoke as though it were his to give away. The reporter, thinking we were some wealthy family, teased him, "Mr. Huber, you must be rolling in money if you're casually giving away a house like this." But Gideon, eager to highlight his holiness and selflessness, shocked everyone again. "Not really. We only have this one house. But even if we end up on the streets, we must still help those in need!" The reporter looked at Gideon with a strange expression and glanced at me with sympathy. "Mr. Huber, you really are… quite the saint."

The moment we stepped out through the chapel door, the reporters swarmed around us, erupting in endless questions. “Mr and Mrs Hayes!” “Elizabeth!” “Lucas!” “Over here!” “Congratulations to you!” “Mr. Hayes, did the marriage happen because of the scandal!?” “Mrs. Hayes, how does it feel to be married!?” Questions came from all angles with microphones stretched towards us while security struggled to keep everyone behind the barricades. “We should give them a show,” Lucas leaned towards me without removing his smile. “What do you mean?” I asked back, trying to keep the smile on my face.