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 •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

~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.

"Oh girl! I'm super happy for ya, but that's rich people traits. I gotta go now. I'll catch up later. It ended, I wasn't really fine, I held the urge to spill everything The sound of the door opening wide made jump off from my thoughts and behold it was Rogers. What does he want! I grinned as I rose from the bed "What do want from me" "I want you, and I want you now "

"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"

"Holy Crap" Yeah, holy shinanigans 😁😁😁

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.”