Priest Novels & Stories

I grew up here, it’s my home, and I feel safest when I’m here. I’m out of breath and ready to collapse by the time the priest reappears wearing the green and gold vestments. His beautiful honey-brown hair shimmers in the golden roof lights, which only enhances his otherworldly appearance. The priest simply ignores me. He turns his back to me and kneels in front of the cross to say his prayers. I stare at his broad back, my mouth dryer than sandpaper. An image of large, rough hands ripping my church dress off flashes through my head and I go a little weak in the knees.

As they moved through the crowd, Adrian suddenly found himself face to face with the priest. “Hello, Adrian,” the priest greeted him warmly. “Hello, Father,” Adrian responded, his voice carrying a note of respect and gratitude. “It’s nice to have you here again,” the priest said. “I know it hasn’t been easy for you since your father passed. But remember, he’s in a better place now, and one day, we will all meet again in heaven, where we shall never be parted.” The priest’s words, though simple, carried a deep sense of comfort. Adrian nodded, feeling a wave of emotio

Asher rang the doorbell and the person I never presumed to be the priest opened the door, I thought he was going to lead us to where we'd sit and wait for the priest himself but instead he took us to his office where he did his work and sat me down in the chair I assumed was used for people that he did his magic thing for. He looked rather young and was handsome. He didn't wear the regular weird clothes that priests wore, Instead he was simply in a pair of pants and a shirt. He seemed less intimidating and more friendly that way. He wasn't an old grumpy man, he didn't dress weird and looked young…

Everyone had dressed to impress, and I wonder for a split second, who this Lord Jesus Christ might be, and if I would ever get the chance to meet him. After muttering a few merry Christmases, the priest walked in. As the priest stepped forward, a hush fell over the congregation and a sense of anticipation filled the air. His robes were pure white, accentuated by delicate ice crystals that sparkled with every moment. His presence exuded a serene authority and his voice, when he spoke, carried a gentle strength that resonated through the cathedral.

A Priest was walking inside his church when he was supposed to serve the congregation every day. The place where he does the service did not have a lot of people. Only a few people came to confess or pray because it was a small village. Today he planned to clean the altar of praying to make it more comfortable. But as soon as he opened the side door, his eyes widened to see a woman sitting while crying, holding a man. The man fainted in front of the altar. "What happened?!" he rebuked, running and startled.

She rolls her eyes, letting me see the inside of her black sockets. “No, but it is true that you are not the most patient person. Imagine this, he is celibate, has been for the longest time, and then comes you, who doesn’t know the meaning of being celibate. He definitely wants you, but all he has known for the last few years is celibacy, he is unsure how to navigate these waters, does not want to betray his faith too, because what is a priest without his faith?” I blink with renewed understanding, “I was going too fast.” I whisper.

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

“Because you’re a priest?” He nodded. “A werepriest. A missionary one at that. I don’t even belong to a single pack for a long time. I can travel off at any time, so I don’t need to get entangled with anyone on my missionary work. I go where I’m sent. Different towns. Different packs. I’m not... allowed to stay.” He turned to face me fully, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself. “I shouldn’t even be gay,” he said, almost to himself. “That’s not how the life of a priest is supposed to be.”

– Sasha said, turning around, almost leaving, but looking at the priest in blue and purple clothes. - Are you from a sect? – He questioned him. - I am of a religion, lord Delphos, I am of the order of Zarathanis , of the religion of Um-Mu. – He said, introducing himself. - What do you want from me, money, a large amount of money ? – Sasha questioned him. - I don't want your money. – Priest said, sitting next to him, when he left a message at reception, waiting for him at a table in the corner.

The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her. But the man speaking wasn’t a mafia boss. He was hot, tall—yes. But he was also a priest. A fucking hot priest. One I lusted for. Obsessed over. The one who made me touch myself at night, desperate and aching in ways I never thought I could. Enzo Romano. A walking sin wrapped in holiness. Long black hair he tied back into a ponytail, piercing gray eyes that looked right into your soul, and features so divine they made you believe God really did have favorites.