Manhwa Priest Novels & Stories

answered Lorist genuinely. "That is on the grounds that the Kalia Kingdom has a Sword Saint. Neither the Romon Empire nor the Khawistan Khanate wishes to unsettle that individual. The Kalia Sword Saint is otherwise called the 'Whirlwind Sword Saint'. As indicated by bits of hearsay, he uncovered his power once when he was still just a Blademaster: when the downpour poured, he could pierce each and every raindrop with his sword and after the shower, an area of three meters from where he hit the dance floor with his sword was totally dry, making his name in a split second take off to distinction."

He was polite, elegant, and kind, but not someone to bow before the emperor of the empire. " Mr. Holy priest, please take a look at her wounds ", Damian guided him straight towards Amelia. The holy priest nodded and raised his head, looking at Amelia as he walked towards her. Despite his holy title and higher position, he kneeled before her as he took her hands in his, maintaining steady eye contact with her. He might be looking straight into her eyes, but his whole focus was on her pulse and how her inner energy was moving. Maybe no one had ever mentioned it before, but the holy priest of the Lycan Temple was infamous for his gorgeous ane handsome face, not to mention his talent and powers

He grabbed the trench coat after seeing a little snowfall from the window. “For real?!” A man with blonde hair circled him and checks him out from head to toe and back to front. “not an artist but a janitor?” his eyes simply showed disbelief same with the other two in the room. “yes, a janitor.” He repeated. The three looked at each other and then grinned at him, “I’m Brian. This here is Mama Chu and Kelly.” Brian extended his hand for a shake and added, “I’m a beta.” The other two followed and said their sub-gender.

He peered through his fingers at his hardness and groans. “You are of the devil.” I nod, “I’ve been called worse. But is it okay for a priest to moan about the devil while inside me?” “Will you stop??” “I will, after I’ve had my fill with you.” He scoffs, “That’s never going to happen.” “Then I won’t stop. Although, i wonder, how do you intend on dealing with the hardened cock?” “It’s none of your business.” “It’s all of my business if it was caused by me. I should help.”

Behind them stood a figure I didn’t recognize at first—a tall, imposing man, his head crowned with gray hair that shimmered like silver in the fading light. The Pack Priest. I had heard rumors of him—an old man who held the power to control magic that no one else could. His name was Hasor. And now, standing before me, he would either be my salvation or my doom. The crowd that had once been hesitant to approach me now parted, their gazes flickering to the priest as he moved forward.

“Are you still pretending?” “I'm not pretending, Ezreal. I am a priest,” I whispered, though the words felt thin, unconvincing. He laughed softly. “A priest who moans when I touch him. A priest who begged with his body at night, even as his lips prayed for deliverance.” He tilted his head, eyes glinting. “Do you think God didn’t notice?” Heat crawled up my neck. I forced my gaze to the crucifix above, clinging to it like a drowning man. “You will not shake me. I was deceived. I didn't want it.”

People that have sworn to remain virgins or celibates for the rest of their lives. Immediately I see them, I feel my body tingle with excitement. Fuck this is not right. I’m here for deliverance not these stupid feelings I’ve been having all week but then they even look better than the photo I saw of them. Shit, shit, shit. They continued to walk closer and I finally got to fully see their faces and features. The first man or should I say priest was younger. Maybe in his twenties with dark brown curly hair like a bouquet of scattered flowers and eyes the color of hazel. Father Leonard.

I turned towards the source of the sound to see a pale skinned middle aged man with delicate feathers. He had long jade black hair, piercing hazel eye, and a devilishly charming face. He wore a white priestly robe, and a rosery rested peacefully across his slender neck. His weapon was a gigantic cross-like hammer ikwhich had inscriptions on it. His aesthetics was that of a Christian priest. One could easily tell he must have been a priest in his previous life. I chuckled inwardly at my own stupidity. Like a priest would be caught dead in hell with demons like the rest of us.

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

He looked at the rapier in his hand, shocked. It broke…? His rapier broke? The great priest used to serve as a knight templar of the Church of the Western Court. While his strength hadn't improved for many years, he wasn't so weak that his rapier could break so easily. When everyone saw what was happening, they were all in shock and went silent for a long time. Shouta was one of the three primary disciples of the Shinto Way. The bishop was also an ex-knight templar. Normally, they were the cream of the crop. However, they didn't expect that even they weren't a match for Harvey, who had easily eliminated them.