Peaky Blinders Priest Novels & Stories

"What do you mean by all that—" I tried to ask, but the heavy double doors at the end of the room creaked open, interrupting my question. And... a man walked in. I recognized him instantly, and my heart hammered against my ribs. It was... it was the High Priest. A man I had seen on several occasions, including my wedding. He was old, his skin like wrinkled parchment, and his eyes were milky white. He looked blind—always did—but rumors had it that he saw everything. I watched as he turned his head towards me. I knew he could see exactly where I was.

"I'm sorry. I know this sucks." "It's fine. I'm fine." I wasn't fine but saying it out loud wouldn't change anything. "Besides, this town isn't completely terrible." "Oh?" Interest sparked in her voice. "Do tell." I smiled despite everything, thinking about dark eyes and rough hands and a voice that made my knees weak. "There's this priest." "A priest? Lilith, are you serious right now?" "His name is Father Damien and Soph, you should see him. He looks like God himself spent extra time on the details just to torture women."

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

"Those are the members of Torrent… and I know for a fact that right now, Crane, the Umbrella Priest, Thunder Lion, and Torrent are still alive." "Crane…" Frank repeated that name, as Jouri had mentioned him once—he wielded the power of the spiritron vein too. On the other hand, he had never heard of Thunder Lion or the Umbrella Priest, let alone Torrent. "Oh, by the way…" Skyler smacked herself on the head as she remembered. "The Umbrella Priest's real name is Adonis Pombo."

But I regained my composure, as they ran deep into the woods. As we kept marching forward, closely following the warriors' lead, I stole respective glances at Meghan, Kieran, Melinda, and Malik. Malik kept staring off into space, with a stoic expression, on his face. The warriors that were escorting us, might have probably figured out that he is blind, and it might be common knowledge amongst them, because the warrior that stopped the brawl, between Malik and Satoshi, might have spread the news about Malik's disability amongst them. Meghan was visibly exhausted. She was probably fed up with the long walk to the Alpha, but Kieran and Melinda were carried away by the overwhelming sights they w

Luckily, Michael reminded her, or else she might end up talking nonsense again. Although Edward James did not see Clara, the woman sitting with him saw her. The woman looked straight at Clara when she was still looking at him. It startled Clara. On the contrary, her body began to heat up and her mood was uneasy as if she had just been caught by the woman doing her bad deeds. “I thought you said you’d heard of Edward James, so you should know.” Clara wanted to forget what had just happened, so she talked to Michael. “Know what?” “Edward James is a blind man. He’s blind so he can’t see me.”

"Who is he?" Cain pressed his lips together. Then he said the name. "Priest." The word landed in the small office and filled every corner of it. "He is the founder of the Iron Veil," Cain said. "Not Razor. Razor is the face. The president they put forward. The man who takes meetings and makes threats and draws attention. Priest is the structure beneath all of it. He built that organization forty years ago and he has been running it through proxies ever since." Cain moved to stand beside his desk. "He has never been in the same room as anyone from Dark Eclipse before today. The fact that he walked into that council hall this morning means he is not hiding anymore."

Joe’s meaning was as plain as day, so Zayn blurted out, “It’s you, Director Pennywise?” “That’s right!” Joe nodded, letting out a forced chuckle as he said, “You must be surprised, right? I’m really a member of a club. Moreover, I’m from one of the big four known as Nirvana Blest.” Frankly, Zayn was rather shocked to learn about this. It did not take him long to process it nor did he lose his composure, but the day’s events had surpassed his expectations.

“That priest and the girl you're supposed to get secrets from. The girl who is our only chance at taking ownership of Stefano's port from the Russians… her father has leads and tabs on us, you're supposed to find out where they are and fucking destroy them! Not FUCKING play the saint’s job!” My jaw tightens but I remain composed. “You were told,” he repeats, leaning forward slightly, “that if anyone saw you… I mean anyone… you erase the problem.” There's silence for a second, before I break it. “The priest is dead,” I say evenly. “And the witnesses?” I don't answer.

“What the fuck did you bring here, Liam?” “I don’t know,” Liam said, but it sounded like he didn’t believe himself. His grip on my wrist tightened. I could feel his pulse under his skin, the warmth between us pulling tighter. The priest suddenly dropped to his knees. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he whispered. His eyes darted to me, terrified. “She’s not meant to be an offering.” The room froze. Even the fire seemed to quiet. Cade turned to him. “What did you say?”