Priest Manhwa Novels & Stories

The priest's kind eyes met mine, his understanding and comprehension evident. He led me to a quiet, silent corner, away from prying eyes and eager ears. With closed eyes, he raised his hands up, invoking the divine energy that flowed through him. His voice resonated with the solemnity of his prayers, words weaving a protective shield around me. As the priest's prayers echoed through the hallowed space, I felt a surge of strength coursing through my veins. A renewed sense of purpose filled my being, bolstering my resolve to have my way in whatever I was doing in my life at all costs. With a final, heartfelt amen, the priest concluded the prayer.

Yet to his surprise, when he arrived at the church, he found the very priest he hoped to win over being assaulted by members of the Evil Shadow Sect and the Nefarious Deity Sect. As the prince of this nation and a nominal follower of Tal, he had to act in defense of the church to make a good impression on the priest and gain his backing.

A minute had not passed before Ulzius and another man in the same mantle ran in. The priest and his assistant clasped my arms and legs, firmly fixing them, and began to read a prayer. If I could, I would cry, looking from the side at how my body is shaking under an inexhaustible stream, as if it was being pierced by powerful discharges of current. Looking back at the Creator, I saw that she was looking forward, frowning, whispering something without interruption and directing the streams, like jets, which are now pouring into me at different angles.

I'd come for him. Father Damien Cross, the mysterious priest everyone talked about but nobody really knew, the man with the dark past and strong hands who'd supposedly done unspeakable things before finding God. I wanted to see if the rumors were true, wanted to know what kind of man could make married women blush just by saying mass.

Wasn’t there a rule about priests abstaining from worldly sinful pleasures such as sex and alcohol? This priest that the young Baron brought back to his territory resembled a hooligan more than a holy man. Father Clarence would be shocked to see this heathen. “Oi! Are you the lad with impressive medical skills?” the drunken priest greeted and threw another sack of coins on the table, gambling his hand of cards with ladies in his lap. The underaged chef grimaced at how this NPC was sucking tongues with the local barmaid. He didn’t want to think about their complicated sleazy relationship as he wasn’t here to play cupid.

“High Priest!” Tang Ying hurriedly sighed in relief when she saw the red-robed, old man. She had a basic understanding of the internal situation of the Falling Dragon Pavilion. This High Priest had a high position in the Falling Dragon Pavilion, and his status was much higher than her, a Saintess. In fact, in the entire Meteor Dragon Pavilion, the number of people with higher status than the high priest could be counted on one hand. Even her teacher, the emperor's tutor, and the high priest could only be treated as equals.

Hayley sat on a rock in a close cave where the priest had made his new lair. They had settled there to watch the activities of the human slaves building the project for the priest. Every day Hayley would watch them and wonder what the priest was up to. She wondered how he even got this many slaves in the first place and what the hell where are they building? The priest arrived at his lair to take a rest. He placed his magic staff beside him and Hayley watched carefully. He poured himself a glass of water and cleared his throat. He gazed at Hayley who was glaring at him in irritation.

The leader of the priests was well-built and had a powerful energy surrounding him. The other priests were ancient martial artists, too. Precisely because of this, the visitors only grumbled and didn't dare to start a physical fight. Dominic raised his chin while wearing a snobbish expression. Even though he knew he wouldn't win in a physical fight with these priests, it didn't matter as long as he could get in. Given his affiliation with Andrix Gym, getting in wouldn't be an issue at all.

My priest is eating my pú'ssy in the church!! His tongue delved deep into my hole as his lips sucked on me. Father Daniels' fingers gripped at my ass cheeks and spread them apart as he made love to my cú'nt with his tongue. I was panting, and as I looked up I saw a giant wooden cross at the far end of the church. If it wasn't a priest eating me out, then I would feel guilty, but since it was... all I felt was pleasure.

Belial soothed, “We have done all we could, just let the Goddess determine their destiny.” “Well, not in my watch, I won't let these people die, I am their last hope.” the Archbishop insisted. Jeremiah who just came into the room, approached his master, “Well you can take a rest, Archbishop Joseph, let me heal these patients for you.” Belial upper lip curled in disdain to hear Jeremiah’s word, “It is Impossible for a rookie white priest like you to cure these people!” he then added, “Do you know what spell needed to purify the poison? It's level 3 spell and from all the priests in the temple, only father Joseph could master it so far.”