Peaky Blinders Priest Novels & Stories

A driver in a grey suit steps out, rounds the hood, and opens the rear passenger door. The cheerful noise reaches a crescendo—then cuts off abruptly, leaving behind complete, breathless silence. A tall, broad-shouldered Black priest steps onto the gravel, holding a thick leather Bible and an exorcist's crucifix. His gaze moves over the crowd, then settles on the church doors. He studies them a moment too long. Then his eyes return to us. He’s striking. Piercing, narrow eyes sweep over the crowd as if they can read every sin carved into our bones. His short, wavy hair is styled like the rappers whose music we secretly pass around at school.

the priest said "What about her powers, would it come back?"Lemuel asked "What is she an HYRBID for?she's gonna be the supreme like I said"the priest answered "That can't be,I don't want that"I said perpexly "I'm done here"the priest said as he takes his leave "No way,that can't be,that can't happen"I said as I got filled with anger and frustration.i don't want to be any hybrid, whatsoever,I just want to be me, myself,I want my Powers to come back,I don't want to be an HYRBID

It was as if she read my mind. Scared to show too much reaction to her comment I just subtly nodded. “Doesn’t it bother you?” She asked quite bluntly and once again I was impressed with her boldness. I looked up again taking in my friend and recognizing their warm faces that were now still as if they were soldiers at war and again nodded. “Did you have a question I could assist you with Red Priestess?” The High Priestess interjected and likely noting my subtle nods and again ignoring Sarah, the Red Priestess’s request, to be addressed by just her name.

His eyes widened in horror. "Oh yes. I did whatever you're imagining and something more", he grinned. "Now, as much as I would love to stay and chitchat I have some work to do. Now do not waste my time!", He gave the priest who shook his head in denial. "Oh you won't. I hoped it would come to this". The Scourge signaled his followers who brought one of the monks forward and snapped his neck in front of the Priest who was now reciting the Lord's prayer loud like his life depended on it.

" Blaze confessed downing his beer. "You and me both!" Ryker said as he grabbed two more beers. "So rain is the healer, and Storm can read minds.. what do you..." but before he could finish Blaze said, "Oh not only can he read minds but he can see what they are thinking too!" Blaze said. "Everyone fears me, but He is the one they should really fear," Ryker just stared at him. "Wow! I have a whole new respect for him." "Yeah, not too many people know what he can do."

Chris Jnr’s lips curled up “The priest taught us that Lord has advised us that we must treat others like how we expect them to treat us.” Everyone in the room was wise; they knew exactly what the little devil meant. Although they didn’t praise him verbally, their lips curled up in appreciation. “The medicine…” Night Blade spoke for the first time since they entered the room. “I have my ways.” Chris Jnr smiled sweetly before he crawled out of Chris’s embrace and walked over to Neil who was standing along with Adrian behind the Walter and Burke brothers “Godfather, surely you can get me some of that potion, can’t you?”

“Well, I can’t disclose anything to anyone outside the faction and to any lower priest. But you have to understand that my superiors and the archbishop are people I cannot deny.” The priest who visited her wasn’t how she pictured a priest should be. He was bald with a scar on the left side of his head and a tattoo on his hands. The only thing priestly with him was the white robe he fashioned and the insignia of an X with spirals on it. “As long as it only stays to a small group of people. Now please assess her for any dark magic.” “You can untie her first.” Lord Reynold gave her a warning glance to which she only ignored and tilted her head, trying to look clueless.

I said. His jaw was tight. The muscle there working in the way it did when he was containing something large. "Damien," I said quietly. "He just put your medical information in a press conference." "I know," he said. "Your blindness. Your procedure. Your fifty percent." "I know," he said. "In public," I said. "To hurt you." "I know," he said. For the third time. Each one quieter than the last. I looked at him. At the tight jaw and the still hands and three years of a private life being dismantled piece by piece by a man who had decided that if he couldn't win legally he would win by burning everything down.

"You think I'm dumb like your dumb ass?" I swallowed. "Say shit one more time," he dared. I held his gaze nervously but lowered my eyes as tears filled them again. He dragged me along, heading close to the altar. I felt the need to cry my eyes out as we got to the priest. "We here," Big Kai said to the priest who nodded slightly. "Welcome, Big Kai," the priest said with a tiny smile as his eyes moved to me. He is a tall young priest who looks like he could be around Big Kai's age. I don't know his age.

“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.