Priest Booktok Novels & Stories

They just stared at me. I swore I saw that flicker in the priest’s eyes again. “Help me,” I whispered. The servants hesitated. I didn’t think they would do it; didn’t think they even could. But then, slowly, shakily, the priest took a step. The book fell from his twisted hands, suddenly slack, and plopped to the floor with a dull thud.

or her, considering Cynth hadn't mentioned the name. "Yes," Soartin answered. He took his eyes from the game and, when he caught the look on Sethlzaar's face, he added, "All the books deemed apocryphal were written by priests, so I'm guessing at some point in time the seminary realized the church wasn't taking the work of its priests seriously so they stopped presenting them with works that touched on topics addressed in the scriptures. The church probably demanded they continue to present them seeing as it was a part of some arrangement but the seminary claimed there were no such books."

"Mr. Moretti, this is highly irregular. There are no witnesses. There is no license—" I put my hand on my gun. "Begin." The Priest opened the book. His hands shook. "We are gathered here," he squeaked. I moved to Chloe's side. I stood close. I did not touch her. I smelled her. She smelled like soap and fear. It was better than the smell of gunpowder. "Do I have to say the obey part?" she whispered. "Because I feel like that's false advertising." I looked down at her. "You will say what is written."

Dots. Glee started for the bookcase but turned back. There it was, on her computer hutch beside the keyboard, the thin edition Katie had brought to her. She looked down at the small flimsy book with its cracked spine and gold lettering—From Wealth to Poverty by Rev. Austin Potter—and suddenly recognized it as a turn-of-the-century collection of daily temperance sermons and personal anecdotes she had bought at a rummage sale once, written by some long-dead Methodist minister. Stories she used to read Brookie when she was a little girl growing up inside this house. But what was the passage again? The page number and chapter? Katelyn had mentioned them, and now Glee couldn’t recall.

I could feel his erection against my thigh, and it was a disgusting, nauseating sensation. "Don't worry," he whispered, his voice confident and full of a dark promise. "Soon enough you won't be pushing me away. I will make you shed your shame. I will force you past your innocence and bring out a version of you you never thought existed. You will cry, you will beg, but those tears, those pleas, will belong to me. You will no longer be serving your God; you will serve me. Not as my servant, but as my goddess. And then, I will fuck you right on the very altar where you pray. You will kneel as usual, not to pray, but to deepthroat my cock. You will bend over, not to offer your obedience to God,

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The Grand Priest elaborated, “I’m not saying this to make you feel small. I assume that you're fully aware of Tyr’s real motive now that he is on his way to your headquarters. If you fight Tyr alone, you are definitely not his match.” “Is that so?” Frode sounded slightly scornful. “So, what are you hoping to accomplish by coming here today?” “Now that I’ve told you this much, I won’t beat around the bush any longer,” the Grand Priest explained with a faint smile. “Since GPE announced the five books on the dark web, it’s no secret that collecting the five books of Celestial Empire wonders can make you a God, right? Some time ago, the Jackals robbed a businessman and killed his entire family.

I wasn’t going to give it to her not today. “Here it is.” The priestess they called Margo reached over and grabbed it from the dresser. She then handed it to the high priestess who started pushing buttons and for a moment it was almost laughable as it was obvious she had no clue what she was doing. I realized I’d never seen her with a phone or ever had she used it once as it always seemed that someone else was in charge of answering the phone or responding to everything with her only dictating her response. She had no idea how to turn it on.

We had breakfast and the sexual tension on the table could be cut with a knife. After breakfast, the two priests guide me outside the dining hall to the chapel compound where they show me around until we get to a separate building which they told me is the library for just them both. Immediately we go in, they show me paintings of popes and some older priests that have worked in the chapel and died. Then they show me books and even read some parts out to me. While father Michael was reading a particular one, I couldn’t help but feel like that book had nothing holy in it from the way it spoke about kisses to breasts to being fruitful and multiplying on the face of the earth through sex.

an American occultist who had based his studies on the writings of the famous Aleister Crowley. The work that positioned him in different esoteric circles was the Black Bible, published in 1969, where he recorded the philosophical principles of the Church of Satan. The work remained more of a myth than a bedside book, and its slogans were relatively relegated. But in the 1970s, small circles of activists and fanatics in incense-drenched bookstores gained access to the Black Pope's magnum opus, and a not inconsiderable congregation of Satanists was created. Now, what do satanists believe? A chapter of the Black Bible is titled “Of Hell, the Devil and how to sell your soul”. It can hardly be