Peaky Blinders Priest Novels & Stories

“I’ve seen people pray before, but not quite like that?” Rai smiled and waited before placing the fork in her mouth. “It’s more like a gratitude thing, rather than a prayer. Are you religious?” “No, not really. My family are proud Christians, but I never received the elation they tend to have. “Mm,” replied Rai, slowly chewing the salty, yet lean piece of meat in her mouth. “I understand.” “Are you?” he asked. She shook her head. “I guess I’m more spiritual than religious. I practice something between Shamanism, Buddhism, and Druidry, I suppose. They all seem to resonate with me.”

"Of course, I will start preparing the ceremonial herbs and relics immediately. Is there anything else I can do for you?" "No, you are dismissed." I answer and he darts out of the room as fast as his old legs can carry him. "I really don't understand how you can put up with that weasel." I mutter under my breath, taking a big sip from my whiskey. My father laughs loudly, his bombastic laugh rumbling through the room. "I don't either son, but he is the High Priest and we have to deal with him." “Sometimes I wish we could appoint the priests from the Church of Darkness ourselves." I groan and turn to Fayyim.

“I’m simply soaking the information in, my king. There is a lot here that was not expected. You have not proven any of this to be true.” Elder Elijah speaks up with a frown as he stares at Radcliffe. “We have commanders, the beta, and the king himself witness her story and news. There are more men and women, not present here who heard her. I’d be willing to bet every one of them could sense her truth. Would you challenge all of them? Do you believe all of them had their senses clouded?” Radcliffe sneers as he turns on Elijah. Clearly, he still isn’t happy with things.

dangerous even. She had seen the way that priest looked at her brother. Father Khatri, a very handsome man with blonde hair and grey eyes that seemed to hold the answers to every troubled soul. She lusted after the priest a little upon setting eyes on him when she'd seen him along the market the second day they moved to this town and she'd fantasized about marrying the preacher.

Piter said firmly. Elder gave Piter a questioning look, the old man barely left the camp so his knowledge of the region's development was lagging behind. However, there was a different feeling every time Piter mentioned the blind wolf's name. "Can you give me a description of the blind woman, Piter!" pleaded Elder. Piter stared at the pack elder for a moment, then turned to the Alpha. Harlan nodded. Then Piter smoothly explained how the blind wolf had come to their pack. The Elder shook. "How could you be so cruel to her, Alpha Harlan? Wouldn't a mother figure cross your mind? Outrageous."

Then, I notice the reason for Holden’s discomfort. Several people are in a heated discussion around the altar. I recognize Alpha Michael, Beta Nick, Gamma Rhys, Delta Sally, and Olivier. One of the men is wearing grey robes and a long metal chain around his neck, which tell me he’s a Moonseer, a werewolf priest. He would be the one leading the service today. We approach the altar, and I’m horrified by what I see. Stones are overturned, and ancient symbols are smeared with paint. And there, right in the middle, is a crude representation of a DNA helix. It’s like a mockery of our most sacred beliefs.

A man with an orange goatee and a brown fedora boomed behind the marble countertop of the bar and I felt the muscles in my face relax, thinking how Darlene used to be able to do that for me. Say something dumb or some stupid joke to make me smile, when all I wanted to do was curl up somewhere and expire. “We’ve got much to discuss my friend,” Priest said as I settled into the leather stool behind me, slamming the waiting drink home and ignoring the fond sparkle in his eyes as he leaned in to look up at me. Priest was one of the elites in the mafia ring, a man equal shades friendly as he was deadly. A friend. A good friend. “Need a smoke?” Priest chipped, holding out the gold metal of a light

“She is controlling your minds with her sorcery!” An elder priest stepped forward slowly from the ranks of the clergy. He had been one of Aria’s most vocal accusers in the days leading to this moment. His expression now appeared utterly shattered. “No,” he said firmly. The southern king whirled toward him in disbelief. “You too?” The priest met his gaze with hollow, haunted eyes. “No magic forced me to see my own sins. I chose blindness willingly all this time.”

Damien’s POV: Just before Sera could answer, the big doors of the ceremonial hall are swung open. The priest walked in, he was dressed in black. He is one of the few men I still trust. He looked calm, but he was worried. He looked at Sera and his face softened with concern. Then he looked at me and gave me a nod that said; “I see the mess you’ve created.” “Ready?” he asked softly. Sera jumped and grabbed her dress.