Priest Novels & Stories

As she reached it, she saw she had been right: there was someone there. Kneeling quietly, with his back to her, was a priest. Caitlin wondered how he could ignore all this, ignore her presence, how he could be so deeply immersed in prayer in a time like this. She hoped he wouldn’t turn her over to her mob. “Hello?” Caitlin said. He didn’t turn.

Jens said, “If you come with me, I won’t be able to bring Whitty back with me.” After Jens left with the priest, Jens asked him tentatively, “How long have you been at the church?” “I just became a priest.” “Why did you become a priest? Do you no longer have any worldly desires? Did you lose your love? Is that why you’re hiding here to seek peace and quiet?” “...” The priest was speechless. “You look rather familiar, sir. “May I know your honorable age, sir? “What did you study in university, sir? You have a pretty good physique. You’ll be able to practice martial a

Raen collected himself and tried to put as much determination as possible into his voice to cover up his insecurity. “To be a priest means total surrender to our exalted God Hyaun and to the holy communion that nourishes us; the careful maintenance of the ancient customs, rites and ceremonies in the language of the ancestors; the study and management of knowledge. A priest also provides relief for the emotional pain that our warriors endure for us, and he provides them with the Zhangha recipe. But he should always and mainly have an open ear for every member of our people, regardless of what grade or caste it is, and should medi

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

The priest realized that his approach must be compassionate yet unwavering—a delicate dance between empathy and accountability. The weight of responsibility hung heavily on the priest's shoulders as he planned his meeting with Ronin. He understood that this encounter would be a pivotal moment, one that had the potential to change the course of Ronin's life and bring an end to the Masons' reign of terror. The priest resolved to approach Ronin not as an adversary, but as a voice of reason, hoping to ignite a flicker of self-reflection within him.

Hayley fell to the ground her eyes full of anger as she noticed the fire in the priest’s eyes. She gasped in shock. “You have been changed?” The priest stretched his neck and exhaled. “That would be something if it were true; now wouldn’t it? Don’t ever try to ambush me again.” Hayley picked herself off the ground and dusts off. “Why have you summoned me here, human?” “You know, you’re going to have to stop referring to me as, human. Around here I’m commonly known as, Priest and that’s what I’d like you to call me.”

That's also the reason Camden never improves. "And I hope we see each other again next Sunday!" I blinked several times when the priest bid his goodbye to us. Well, if I'm not mistaken, his name is Joseph Walter. From what I've heard from the rumors, he was a priest from another chapel before he assigned here; I remembered hearing that he used to take advantage of nuns. But seriously, I hope that's not true or I'm going to puke on his face right now. I lost count of the time. My father forbade me to open my phone because I kept looking at it the whole time.

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

“Good. That is the first smart corpse decision this family has made.” The priest arrived in the same plain clothes and looked at the bed and crossed himself once, small. “I will not say God took him,” the priest said. “I will say he spoke and then he stopped. That is all a bored man can swear to.” “That is all we need,” I said.

"Our lord almighty God is in charge here. But I am just a representative." " so I am guessing that you are the priest" "yes"