Priest Novels & Stories

The priest arrived in front of the prince and bent down with his breath, his hands resting on his knees, his face red, and his blue robe touching the ground. He may or may not have run ten meters, Athelstan thought, waiting for the man to catch his breath. It took some time before the priest could form a sentence of accomplished meaning without risking fainting for too much effort. Athelstan was patiently waiting for some bored snort to escape from time to time. "I don’t have time for the prayers, priest," Athelstan said, crossing his arms to the chest.

Beneath my breath, I mutter, "Don't be a hypocrite." We both face the priest. Frankly, he doesn't look like a priest. His hair is long and graying, and he has a goatee. There are dark bags under his eyes and his voice is a croak, like he's been smoking his whole life. I have a bad feeling about this.

"Exorcisms. Supposedly he's got some really sharp sixth sense and is able to free people from possession faster than any other priest. I think he once said that he was going to become a priest and just do exorcisms as a specialist. He'll probably be recruited into the Vatican pretty soon."

Her heart did some somersaults and with each breath, the knots in her stomach got tighter. Once the priest was done with his piece, they faced each other to do the vows and she came face to face with Dominic. There was a sight you didn't get to see every day. He looked just as she remembered him. Tall and slim, not to mention handsome. With a square jaw. The same eyes that had haunted her dreams for the past five years. The only thing that had changed was how he styled his hair. Now it was all black curls neatly combed back above his head.