Novel & Cerita Priest Author

I watched it spill across the floor pale and silver, stretching toward the altar like something alive. Paul rubbed his hands together, as though trying to chase off a chill. “You know,” he said softly, “you’re not what I expected a priest to be.” “How so?” “You listen like someone who’s also waiting for an answer.” That caught me off guard. He wasn’t wrong. “I suppose I am,” I said quietly. “We all wait for something even priests.” “Maybe that’s faith,” he said with a tired smile. “Waiting without knowing if anyone’s listening.”

Confess her sins maybe? It was only now that she had gotten close enough to get a good look at the priest on the alter. He looked young, perhaps somewhere between his early to late twenties. He wore a black cassock, along with a silver cross dangling over his chest. He had slightly curly dark brown hair and dark eyes. She found yourself immediately drawn to him. He had this angelic, yet somehow dark, powerful aura all around him and in the words he spoke. She listened intently as he preached the words of God, his voice deep and serious

He remembered his name vividly stepping forward a little but Clancy shouted at him instead furiously. "Don't get involved beast!" He shouted at Scott before looking back at the bishop "You never said anything about an Unholy Book, what is it? Made up by you?" He asked. The bishop finally getting choked to the point of blacking out flared out releasing a miniature wave of positive energy that at first was unnoticed by everyone except Clancy who was blasted few feets back like a ski. He stood back on his feet panting like a dog "No one made the Unholy Book up, it was written by the ancient one!" He responded to Clancy.

“you must be really nosy or is that a qualification that was needed for your ordination. Huh?” He smirked while tilting his head and looking askance through the ends of the book aisle . She was indeed funny and sassy too but two can play that game. “Oh yes! If I am not nosy enough, I would be incapable of winning souls for Christ. The less nosy the priest is, the less his wins for the kingdom. Now how about the lady that intended to learn how to stand up to bullies from Joel’s book”. Making a cheshire cat grin as he is pleased with his come back.

“You’re more beautiful than I imagined.” “You’re exactly what I imagined.” “How?” “I don’t know. But you are.” We stood in the quiet bookstore, confessions hanging between us, until he spoke again. “I was a priest for ten years. Left the church five years ago. I still believe some things are sacred.” His thumb brushed my lower lip. “And this, whatever this becomes, feels sacred. Too much to treat lightly.” “Who said anything about light?” “Sophia, we’ve known each other three weeks…”

Hunter thinks that Priest sold his soul to the devil or something. Priest rises from his chair and raises a questioning brow. He’s an intimidating fucker. Which is saying a lot to someone my size. Priest’s about six foot two with wavy brown hair and silver eyes. He’s muscular but not weight-lifting muscular. Sleeker, like a jaguar. The other Assassins and I like to give him a hard time because he’s the ultimate pretty boy. Women literally swoon when the guy walks into a room. It’s almost embarrassing. I remember we went drinking once, and some girl walked up to him and asked him to marry her. No joke. She was a hundred percent serious. Hunter, Micah, and I were speechless. She made some spe

“Sneaking.” “More like blending with the shadows. I read something interesting yesterday; do you want to hear it?” he nodded, expecting. Fredden lounged on the sofa, his arms on the backrest casually resting there. “We talked about the world shadows, right? The thing you said about the world has a shadow… I know you were joking but you hit the nail on the head. There was someone who wrote a big book about his theory and it was a priest. Do you remember that priest who got executed for trying to save the redcursed? I got a book from him from the black market. It stated that the world indeed has a shadow. The difference between both sides is that the roles are reversed. The shadows walked with

It was hard to get on the high seas. He whispered a prayer of gratitude to his patron, the Father of Hares, out of habit but stopped partway through and swore. Priest didn't want to admit but seeing behind the cosmic curtain had shaken him to the core. He still wasn't clear on many things but he now knew the Father of Hares was also Tricksy, the toms' God of Chaos. Years of devotion to him. Living only for what the god inspired him to do and give up, not to mention his shame and self-violence when he felt he fell short. All of it had left Priest feeling empty and not sure of his mission.

"I know some things that every father will enjoy," Lucas said confidently. "And it's all in here." He tapped the leather-bound Bible on his desk. "Really?" She piped. "I read the Bible all the time. What part is it?" He smiled as he thought quickly. "Well, my child, since I am a priest, I have a special Bible. The, uh, priest's edition, that's right. And it has some extra things in it." "Wow," Her pretty eyes were wide in wonder. "Can I see it?"

Usually, I tried to study as quickly as possible before the attack happened because I was always too weak afterward. That was what I should be doing. Instead, I found myself sitting back on the edge of my bed, my fingers hovering over the search bar as anxiety crawled up my spine. I typed. Father Elias Whitmore. I hesitated before pressing enter. The page loaded for a few seconds before the familiar face I'd seen earlier appeared on my screen. A mini biography followed. Father Elias Whitmore was a well-respected priest from a popular church on the other side of town. He had recently been announced as the new priest assigned to our church.