Priest Booktok Novels & Stories

He arranged the eyeglasses properly in his eyes then he looked over at me, and his round face broke into a little smile, a smile I had seen on Grey’s face, yes when he was cooking a meal to feed me. I returned the same smile at him, that smile I had when dad would call me his perfect thing, it was such a beautiful moment. The priest rested the Bible at the thick glass table standing in the middle of the altar, my nose told me that he was a werewolf too. " I will continue the speech in respect of a highly ranked member in the pack.” he gently opened the paper wide for him to see, after reading the speech he read from the second chapter of the book of roman, then closed the book after he stopp

It is barbaric. Silently, I wonder if our Goddess feels their pain. Feels the sins of her people each time they decide to take fate into their own hands. I force my eyes open, not ready to smell the scent of burning flesh. Goosebumps prickle my skin at what I was about to witness, and a cold chill crept down the length of my spine. Ignoring the nauseating feeling, I head in the direction of the Priest’s office. Dusty books line the built in bookcase along the far wall. Everything abandoned, just as the church had been. Pulling the sixth book, I hear the wall click to the left of me.

"You keep telling yourself that, nerd." "Don't call me that" He leaned over and mock-whispered, “I’m scared now." A server came by and we ordered our coffee, black for him, vanilla oat latte for me. Once they walked away, Christian leaned forward, elbows on the table, that ever-present smirk on his face. "So what is this book, anyway? Witchcraft for Beginners? How to Hex Your Ex?" I scoffed. "No, it's a comparative analysis on supernatural war tactics over the last two centuries. It goes into detail on Flare magic, territorial blood pacts, and..."

I know it won’t last, though, and the moment Serena sighs and puts her phone down, I know she’s lost interest. “What are you reading?” She peers back at Rich. “Some dark twisted shit,” he mutters. “As in?” She waits for him to explain. Groaning, I rub my face. “Please don’t explain out loud!” “It’s about a priest, proper against everything, you know how they are. A new guy comes to confession, over and over, and somehow he gets into the priest’s head. I’m not too far yet.” He hums like it’s fun. “From what I know, though, the man is the devil, and he corrupts the priest, makes him kill people on the altar, fuck him in the blood. Real deep shit.”

He didn't believe that something as powerful as Alpha Primus could be given out to just anyone, let alone, someone as insignificant as Anya. On one of the days, he was at the public library hunting information, he ran into one of the greatest nightmare of his kind, a priest of the old religion. His dark long hair that was some inches away from the middle of his back gave him away even though he had tried to fit into the modern day culture. His piercing brown eyes was wandering about searching for something that smelt familiar, yet different in that environment. That was when their eyes met. Vincent was holding a particular book he felt would contain the information he was looking for, his se

There was another shelf filled with some glass bottles filled with different coloured liquid in them. "Those are the secret spell books which have been hidden and saved from the black witches. These are the potions used for healing wounds and diseases." The priest informed as he looked at the curious faces trying to figure out about them. "Does everyone know about this side of the church?" Leo enquired. "Not everyone is trustworthy." The priest smiled. "How do you know that we are looking for something?" Leo asked. "Instincts are sometimes blessings. Anyways, I called you here to provide you with the information and I am a senior priest here, Arthur." The priest introduced himself.

Zain turned silent looking ruefully at his master who wasn't showing any signs of alarm . " If its out there , its out there " said the high priest " we have no idea where and whom to search , and taking a stroll down that girl's memory lane ( 'that's rude ' said Zain) I found out a lot " ignoring Zain , the high priest commented . " I believe someone already has the book of tenebris , spilling blood of innocents , using the magic of puppeteer, locking a soul in someone's unconsciousness , if All of these ain't from that book , then you be my master "

They crumble to the ground with the doors still wide open, waiting for them to escape. One by one, I silence them. All, except the priest. The priest crawls backward, bible clutched to his chest like it can save him. “Please,” he whispers. “You’ll make it worse. I’m a vessel of—” I cut his throat mid-sentence. His holy words bleed out with his blood, soaking the bible he’d used to judge me. The pages turn red. Scriptures drowned in sin. I tower over him, watching the light fade from his eyes.

Because I understood, nothing about my life would ever be simple again. The High Priestess's hands trembled slightly as she pressed something into mine, a small leather-bound book. "This," she whispered, holding the weighty tome as though it were alive, "is a guide... a seed of what you are meant to become. Use it carefully, Narine." Her words seemed to coil around me, sinking deeper than I wished them to. I could barely nod, my throat too tight for speech. She bowed again. "I believe my work here is done. I shall take my leave and spread the good news to the Six and the coven members."

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