Manhwa Priest Novels & Stories

The candles burned black, and the stained-glass windows no longer merely reflected the moonlight; they seemed to leak it, as if the sky itself was bleeding into the room. The priestess stood at the altar's heart, arms lifted high. Her voice flowed through the chamber like smooth oil, weaving words that seemed to stretch into infinity, syllables older than any scripture. Giovanni watched from behind her. Dressed in a new suit as dark as obsidian, he wore a relic around his neck—a jagged, hollow medallion etched with the same spiral symbol found in the book of hollow. “How long until she breaks?” he asked. Though the priestess continued her chant, her voice shifted slightly, like a melody deep

For now. I knew I’d pushed too hard. The rift between us had just cracked wider, and part of me—the part that still remembered the quiet kid who used to pray at dinner that drove me nuts like I was fighting the demons. But the rest of me, the part that kept Haloshul’s blood off the cathedral steps, knew it was necessary. I stepped outside and found Rico leaning against the black SUV. “New detail,” I told him. “The priest.” Rico narrowed his eyes. “Boss, do you want the one you left just now or…?”

The priest froze mid-chant, his staff trembling in his hands. “No…” he whispered, voice breaking. “No. Not possible.” His eyes widened—too wide—like he was staring at a ghost. “She’s one of them.” My blood iced over. My whole body shook. “One of what?” Johan snapped. The priest’s lip curled back like he’d tasted poison. “One of the Lunari.” And just like that, I wasn’t just an unwanted mate—I was something far worse. The word Lunari hung in the air like a curse.

Asteria D´Angelo My head lulled, and I cursed the day I thought Mason could be a potential partner. Deep down, I knew he was just after me because of my status. He doesn´t care about me, and the main proof of that is that he is just not stopping, not caring a fuck about me not being willing to do this. I know about the prophecies Grandpa Maurice wrote about us. I am the Priestess. I am the one who can communicate directly with our goddess. I am a healer by nature, and I will have to fulfill our goddess´s special mission when the time comes.

How he was born to shake things up. But to do that kind of work, one needs a bit of a patron and an anchor. So, Priest became devoted to one of the many Hare gods, Rah, the protector of the weary traveler. His worship led him to a destined meeting between himself and a no-fur like no other. His patron, Agent. When Priest had started working with the clever unownable no-fur, Agent hadn't started his transformation experiments yet. And, in Priest's opinion, was a bit less crazy.

, I said, pouting my mouth and making baby eyes. “ Why? Did you do anything tedious today?” “ Not really”. “ Then you have no reason to be tired”. “ Says who? Just being a parish priest is a whole lot of work on it's own. Even if I wasn't doing anything in particular, I was breathing and walking like a parish priest, and that is heavy work”, I said and we both chuckled. He moved his head backwards while chuckling, and just like vampires felt the uncontrollable urge to bite into someone's throat and suck the life out of them, I also felt the urge to kiss him on the neck and leave my mark on him.

His reputation would bite the dust if he failed to take the priest down! The priest continued, "I hope you repent…" "Repent, my ass! I'll slaughter you with my bare hands!" The priest seemed to have lost his patience as he said in an icy tone, "You arrogant, stubborn twat! I'm going to teach you a lesson! "Tempest Fist!" The priest extended his fist, bringing with it a strong current of energy. Then, colorful glints of light flickered at the tip of his fist, forming an imaginary fist.

Lorren laughed and handed him a special item when he expressed his concerns. “You can refer to this manual when in doubt,” the drunken priest gifted a basic anatomy book. “However, you’re not exactly a pure-blooded human. Use that as a mere reference. When healing those who can use mana, use their mana channels as a guide. It’s easier that way.”

“You were there on the night of the attack.” The priest returns to his human form and claps his hands. “You figured it out.” Hayley is wounded, she returns to her human form panting and breathing hard. “Why? Our leader trusts you.” “He’s a fool. You’re all dogs and easy to manipulate.” the priest blots out with resentment in his voice. “I told you he is a scumbag.” Hayley coughs.

"I don't know what you are talking about. And, If that's the case. Then, why would you get mad over a guy I left for you? Deal with your insecurity! Do not take it out on me!" His words tumbled out in a rush. He replied, "I can see how you looked at each other, Khana. The way he held your hand, the concern in his eyes... It's as if you two have some sort of secret connection. I'm not insecure! I'm also a man, and I understand male behavior. I'm telling you, that priest is a wolf in sheep's clothing!" Khana shook her head. Her voice tinged with frustration. "How dare you insult a priest?! Have some decency!"