Priest Manhwa Novels & Stories

Almost hypnotised by the sight of it, a blur of black smeared the edge of my vision, and I glanced across the road to see a priest crossing in front of a gelato parlour, a tan leather satchel clutched under his arm, his heavy, dark robes swishing behind him as he walked. I gasped and pushed myself instinctively closer to Ethan, who squeezed my hand in return, barely even giving the priest a second look. 'Not all priests are agents of the Council,' he said, as we continued to walk, and I glanced furtively back over my shoulder. 'Most of them genuinely believe that what they have dedicated their lives to, is the truth. They know no better.'

Dragging the groaning beat up Priest bleeding from his nose and swollen lips, the town’s men and women followed behind the Chieftain heading towards Dylan. Dylan straightened up then sheathes his axe and sword. “My God will judge you,” the Priest yelled out immediately he was tossed to the ground. “God deemed me righteous in Christ, but you were ordained by a demon, your judgement was inevitable.” Dylan spoke with confidence then walks away The towns men immediately picked up the sword of the dead Soldier’s then began slashing the Priest as he wailed and cried out in excruciating and unbearable pain. “Thank you Prince.” The Chieftain greeted with a bow.

Even from a distance, his presence was heavy and commanding. The head priest stood in front of a dragon statue. His head was hanging down as he muttered prayers. Joya immediately made her way to where the head priest stood. She stood aside and waited until he was done praying before approaching him curtly. "Salam alaikum." She greeted, bowing in respect. The priest glared at her, scanning her from head to toe before finally fixing his piercing gaze on her face. "What brings you to the holy temple?" He asked, crossing both hands behind his back. The priest was old, with a bald head; he had a long white beard, which he stroked as he conversed with Joya.

I slowly opened my crimson eyes. Chained to stone pillars were two men, bound by holy silver etched with runes. To the left, a priest. Even in chains, he radiated a suffocating stillness. His tailored vestments were torn, revealing a lean, solid frame. His gray-blue eyes were terrifyingly calm, as if death was just a peaceful return to his god. To the right, a prince. Young, handsome. Strands of golden hair stuck to his brow. His amber eyes burned with royal pride and defiance.

Fuck! “My name is Kellina and I am the Crimson Priestess.”

Because, while the priest’s words make me want to tear him to pieces as well, we still need more. We need to know about his master. “And what will happen to you,” I say slowly as Roger winds himself back in. “When you are dead. Who will mourn you? This master to whom you’ve sold your life?” “The Master is nothing anymore,” the Priest says, his back almost literally against a wall now, and realizing that he’s out of space, he crouches and begins to prepare again, the fires that have never left his hands burning harder, hotter now. “The Master is gone now – he has his boy, and so our service to him is done. If I die today, it is the will of the Dark God. And I,” he says slowly now, his face li

The rot thickens here, sweetened by old magic that has gone wrong. My stomach turns, but I keep moving, one breath at a time. I skid through the gore, and my hands are blood slick and shaking. Behind me, the prisoner drags himself forward, grinning like a man who tasted death and found it lacking. Ahead, Kael shoulders bodies aside like broken branches. A priest lunges from a side passage, mouth bubbling with words spilling out, including curses and words stitched in rot. Kael grabs him by the throat mid-chant, crushes it with one savage squeeze, and tosses him aside without breaking stride.

The chief priest added. Everyone present felt confused. How can someone whose heart has stopped beating and even confirmed by the great Physician in this whole nation come back to life? At first, they were adamant to yield to what the Chief priest had said. But all left as King Abasiama ordered them to leave. They all went back home hoping Princess Diana would come to life as said by the Chiefs priest. The Chief priest was known to the mouth and serve as an intermediary between the heavenly bodies- the gods- who control the physical world and the people. Whatever he says will surely be in reality.

It seemed to grow with the blackness of the alley. The priest rose a hand to the man. Yellow teeth crumbled like a wet rag before it reached him. Along with the smell of rotten fish and excrement, the alley now seethed with the foul stench of urine. The priest turned his gaze to Sethlzaar. "Come, child," he said. "Time to leave." Whatever had held Sethlzaar prisoner, released him. He rose to his feet, confused, wondering when he'd sat on the floor. He took a step toward the priest and embraced his returned command over his body, placing one foot in front of the other.

He knew everything or was he lying? The day everything went wrong was the day a young priest landed in the underworld. They marked him for Bowen. He must’ve been bad to land on Bowen’s table. No one knew what. He was well known, well-loved, and well respected. Why would a priest be marked for Bowen? What could he possibly have done? Bowen decided this would be an easy one. There was some mistake that would be fixed. This would not be his usual punishment. He decided this would be a good day to send in Daniel. Daniel could practice his techniques on the priest.