Manhwa Priest Novels & Stories

Serra's POV I waited and waited for the old priest to show his self before me. As he appears from the doors, I plaster a smile to welcome him, his eyes wide like of his servants. "Clairra," he called. No matter how much I recall there was nothing significant about him other than the pressure he put Clairra through, sending her happily to her death. "Old priest, Heliu," I greeted. "I believe you have not heard of it yet... my name is not Clairra. I am Serra, the new Priestess of the East."

you just wait here for me. Girl - Aaaaahhhh!! Was I makes a mistake! Was I makes a mistake! Kazuma-sama! Kazuma-sama! Please forgive me! While saying that, the super beautiful and outstanding Arch Priest such lay in on the ground, cried, while holding onto the legs of the youth, and got dragged along with the youth who want to head towards the bulletin board. Issei suddenly have the urge to just get out of here quickly, because he get the feeling if he got involved with this duo...

I smirked at Ellis and he apologized for being so enamored but thought the work was absolutely amazing. "I'll be sure to let my tailor know that his talents were greatly admired by the reaper princess's soulmate," Liam grinned. I asked if we could get to the spell. Liam nodded and instructed Ellis to sit cross legged in the circle he'd just created. I joined hands with my brother as we encircled Ellis. When he started chanting I felt my soul stretch outwardly towards Ellis.

But he failed to kill the main mastermind of the extermination of the witches. Namely the priest in the city. The real priest is a dragon disguised as a human and uses his power arbitrarily for his own interests. A despicable being who was so obsessed with possessions, that he did everything he could to stay in that position, and looked down on all living things. Considers himself to be at the pinnacle of power. Over the years, he has been hunting down the bastard. Until one day, he managed to find the priest's whereabouts in another kingdom, disguised as a royal adviser.

God, I can't believe I'm thinking of his arms while he's about to kill a man. He opens his mouth in search of oxygen. His neck and face veins are swollen, which I would say is purple or even blue. It seems that their feet have already lost their lives, as they hang inert and without moving. He is a middle-aged man. It can be seen in the wrinkles on his hands or in the gray hair that begins to appear that it is closer to the third. -Azael- I utter serenely- Let it go. Azael looks at me with narrowed eyes before obeying me. And I am hardly surprised by how easy it is to control their actions. He drops it without any delicacy and drops it to the ground, causing a dry sound. The man is one secon

"You, uneducated kids, should know your places." Manjiro bravely defended us from the young priest's cheap menace. I transfer the enchast underneath me to that priest and it shakes his balance. "Stop this. We will not achieve anything if we continue disputing." I pulled the couple out of this room. "Let's think about the solution rather than the problem." "You are the problem, Moon Priestess," the old priest isn't through barking. "All of the moon's servants are condemned because of you."

Lawrence said to me in a voice that conveyed the threat effectively. I gulped and didn't say anything. Brielle was still in custody of the werewolves. Lawrence seems to be the only one interested in getting her back, or maybe getting her back wouldn't foil his plans of coven domination. I was snapped back to the present when a cold hand touched mine. It was the hired high priestess. Why did her hands feel like death? “Good, I have your attention. Place your hand over here, you too, Grande Maestro,” we did as she asked and she began to chant. At first nothing was happening so I relaxed a little, then I was suddenly seized by fear.

Without a formidable ruler like Giriwangsa holding everything together, stronger powers would inevitably begin circling. “What about the martial world?” Jaladri asked. “Any interesting news there?” Wisnumurti bit into the head of a snapper swimming in yellow curry. “Serial murders.” Jaladri nearly choked. “There’s a murderer?” “Yes. Martial artists killing martial artists isn’t unusual. But one man carrying out a string of killings while openly announcing himself? That gets people's attention.” Jaladri stared. “Who is he?” “He calls himself Pangeran Langit, Prince of the Sky.”

The lattice screen between her side and the priest’s was thin, intricately carved with tiny fleur-de-lis that let slivers of light and shadow pass through like secrets. She had come here three nights in a row now. Each time later than the last. Each time alone with Father Julian Reyes. He had arrived in the parish six weeks earlier—twenty-nine, newly ordained, fresh from the Pontifical North American College in Rome. Tall, lean, with dark hair that fell just over his forehead when he prayed and eyes the color of strong coffee. His voice still carried the soft lilt of someone who thought in Latin before English, and when he said the words of absolution, they sounded like music Cecilia had nev

“I want to sit in the middle of the priestess she squealed.” The Luna, Hannah, “Is that alright your High Priestess? I apologize for Roe’s manners.” She looked over at Roe who barely even acknowledged she was in trouble and kept smiling. “Yes, of course.” I snickered in my head at how much the High Priestess hated any sort of children's antics and knew it must be boiling her to enjoy this.