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.

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

I was just asking him if he's a priest and he retorted by asking me if I'm a prostitute. "I'm sorry but I'm a little bit lost here, what are you talking about?" I asked the man. "You wouldn't believe it but I just made $1000 for one client only. There's a weird priest inside that Abbey, he's willing to pay you money if you play along with his fetish. At first, I thought the priest was gay and he wants to have sex with me but then he just asked me to wear this ugly black cassock, he then cut my palm using his fucking teeth and sip my blood like he was so thirsty. I know it's fucking weird but I don

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

he replied, his mouth barely moving as the ceremony continued. I leaned back against the wooden pew, crossing one ankle over the other. "Careful, Father. People might think you have a soft spot for me." His mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile, but I caught it anyway. That was Alessio, always trying to pretend he was some cold-hearted priest who only cared about the community, even though I knew perfectly well he couldn't walk past a stray animal without stopping to feed it. The priest beside him cleared his throat, drawing his attention back toward the altar, and Alessio straightened immediately.

“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.”