Priest Manhwa Novels & Stories

There was just something about zayn Vander that I couldn’t get out of my head, everything about him interested me but he was a priest…. I could see the way he was staring at me when he entered the house, the lust in his eyes for me. He looked like he had been starved of sexual pleasure from his past life but he was a priest and he shouldn’t feel that way. He was a priest and ir seems I was the one leading him to sin.

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.

Henry led me to a purely soundproof drawing room. Arriving there, I happened to meet for the first time the two chiefs of all of the divine priests and priestesses. High Priest Redgrave, the chief of all the divine priests. High Priestess Shea, the chief of all the divine priestesses. "We greet the little sun, Crown Prince Henricus, and the future little moon, Crown Princess Dominixe," they said in unison, bowing their heads before us. I eyed them up and down, eyeing their vestments, especially on their purple stoles with imprinted golden lavender-shaped designs. They were even wearing turbans, indicating they were the divine temple chiefs.

Plans she could never attempt with the first priest. Because he had been old. Weak. This one was different. Her mind flashed back to the dream—the priest claiming her, pulling her from the darkness. She placed her hand against the glass and whispered softly, almost reverently, “My savior has come.”

The priest smiled at this act of benevolence and called her to ease. Dale returned back to her squatting position to find the priest standing above her. She vibrated in shock. The priest was so mysterious in his doings, minutes ago he was a snake and now a consoling ninja. “It’s okay darling, come on.” He lifted her up her feet. He beckoned her to get up. Dale kept her eyes to the floor. The priest kept on wiping her tears and soon enough, he began wiping more than her tears. His hands were now on her shoulders and gradually, he moved his touch to her neck.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the priest from his team had straddled his waist shamelessly, and his clothing had also been stripped clean! “You… what are you doing!!” The swordsman glared in disbelief at the priest who straddled him and then stared at the priest’s incomparably wicked smile in fear. “Hehe…” The priest had a sly smile on his plain face as he lovingly reached out to touch the swordsman’s chest. “Ahhhh!!!”

Christine took a purse from her maid Elena and handed it to Priest Clement, saying, "Priest, these fifty gold coins are a dedication to the gods. Liam also handed over a purse containing ten gold coins, which Priest Clement happily accepted. People in this world do not avoid talking about money face to face. Priests have to agree on a price in advance when they perform divine arts to heal the wounded. The lower ranks are even proud to receive rewards from the higher ones in person. As for the accusation of embezzlement, there is no need to worry. As long as you become a priest, your standard of living is much better than that of ordinary people, according to Church standards. A priest of the

Part of me—the part that was still sore and satisfied from last night—wondered if he’d be anywhere near as dangerous as Father Chris. All day the thoughts chased each other. At my desk I kept replaying the way Father Chris had licked my taste off his fingers, the way he’d promised his tongue next. Then the image of some faceless new priest standing beside him ruined it. I wanted the repentance book to be endless. I wanted chapters and chapters of kneeling, reading, aching, coming. I wanted Father Chris to keep breaking me open night after night. I didn’t touch myself once. Not even when the temptation hit hard in the office bathroom after lunch—door locked, panties already damp just from rem

Just at that moment, an Elysium Gate disciple rushed in and politely said, “Sect Master, there’s a Priest outside wanting to meet you.” ‘A Priest? ‘From Wudang Sect?’ Darryl waved his hand as he thought. “Let him in.” The disciple went out again and returned with a Priest beside him. The Old Priest was very skinny and weak. His robe was old yet clean and he was holding a Buddhist whisk. It was obvious he was a priest who ventured around society. Once the Priest stepped closer, he slightly bowed and said, “Greetings to Elysium Gate Sect Master, I am Samuel Hyde.”

As the priest raised his staff high, a brilliant pillar of light descended upon Valcoz. The magic flared, twisting into celestial chains that wrapped around his limbs and wings. Valcoz fell to one knee, snarling as the divine light scorched his skin. "Chains forged from the prayers of the faithful," the priest declared coldly, stepping forward. "You will never touch another soul again, demon." Jacquiem burst through the fallen archway, breathless, eyes wide. "Stop!" he shouted, placing himself between the priest and the restrained prince. His armor clattered, but he stood tall.