Priest Novels & Stories

The priest, Marco demanded, his voice thundering aloud. Xavier didn’t fear. He was a priest ordained three years ago, and he was sworn to the crown. He swore to live and die, protecting the true heirs of the kingdom. The shamans governed the High tower, so if a priest was here; it was because he would not accept the new king and was now in hiding. Xavier knows loyalty sways, but not when loyalty was all a priest lived for. “Your holiness. It is I, Xavier Ainsworth.” He announced himself and the priest’s eyes came to rest on him.

What do we need from this Priest? I looked at Shiloh but he just raised his shoulder saying that he dont care at all because for the second time around he didn't knock on the door. He opened it and we found the Priest changing his clothes. I turned my back even though it was the cincture he was taking off. It is a sign of respect since he is one of the disciples of God. I will count one hundred and after that I will turn my back again on them. I am counting as I am on a number five when Shiloh holds my shoulders to turn me himself. The Priest was looking at us weirdly and I couldn't explain his fa

the priest said, “Do you know anyone that can help us In our research,?“Henry said, “Are you a researcher,” the priest asked. “Not really, but I have Interest In studying supernatural creatures and magical powers,” Henry explained, “I will direct you to someone else, he might be of help,” the priest explained,

My blood runs cold at her words, as I realize that this is a detail she didn’t tell us before. “Who is it?” Leon says calmly, as if Cora just told him she saw a pretty bird and he’s asking what color its feathers were. His voice betrays none of my shock and anxiety. “A priest,” she murmurs. “A priest?” Leon continues. “What kind of priest – a catholic priest? Or a priest of the goddess?” “No,” she murmurs, shaking her head as if that’s a silly suggestion. “No, this one’s robes are like the goddess robes. But they’re all black.”

, father Cyprian said to the congregation after the distribution of the Holy Communion. “ Both now and forever”, everyone responded, smiling. “ I wouldn't like to waste much of our time so I'll go straight to hitting the hammer right on the nail”, he said as little murmurs arose from the congregation. Nuel was sitting at the sedelia in all his glory, watching everything that was unfolding. But then, who even said that he was Nuel? I mean, people do have doppelgangers. This new priest must probably be Nuel's doppelganger, not Nuel. Yes, that made more sense.

His grip on my hand tightened as he helped me up the steps to stand before the priest, his movements gentle, making sure my dress draped perfectly around me. He adjusted the train with surprising gentleness, then straightened and caught the priest's eye. The priest was younger than I'd expected, maybe in his early fifties, with slightly grey hair at his temples. He didn't look old, exactly, but there was a hardness to him that spoke of a life lived outside normal church walls. He was dressed in traditional robes, but I could see the edge of a tattoo peeking out from beneath his collar. "Try not to

"You think I'm dumb like your dumb ass?" I swallowed. "Say shit one more time," he dared. I held his gaze nervously but lowered my eyes as tears filled them again. He dragged me along, heading close to the altar. I felt the need to cry my eyes out as we got to the priest. "We here," Big Kai said to the priest who nodded slightly. "Welcome, Big Kai," the priest said with a tiny smile as his eyes moved to me. He is a tall young priest who looks like he could be around Big Kai's age. I don't know his age.

Damien’s POV: Just before Sera could answer, the big doors of the ceremonial hall are swung open. The priest walked in, he was dressed in black. He is one of the few men I still trust. He looked calm, but he was worried. He looked at Sera and his face softened with concern. Then he looked at me and gave me a nod that said; “I see the mess you’ve created.” “Ready?” he asked softly. Sera jumped and grabbed her dress.

Without another word, he turned and walked out again. ⸻ A few minutes later, the atmosphere in the room changed. The door opened once more, but this time, it wasn’t Arnold. An elderly priest walked in slowly, holding a small cross and a worn-out Bible. His face was calm, but there was a hint of unease in his eyes—as if he already sensed something was wrong. Behind him stood Arnold. “Pray for her,” Arnold said flatly. Anna frowned slightly, confused. “For what?” she asked weakly.

Hadn't let himself. The priest came out of the sacristy as they were closing the door behind them. He was old, older than Alex expected, with white hair and hands that trembled just slightly when he moved. His cassock was worn, the fabric thin at the elbows, the hem frayed. But his eyes—his eyes were sharp. The kind of sharp that came from years of watching, of listening, of seeing things other people tried to hide. He stopped when he saw them. His eyes moved from Vincenzo to Alex's mother to Alex, and something in his face shifted. Something that looked like recognition.