Priest Novels & Stories

– 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.

“Are you Lucas Cain? I’m Terry Groban. I’m the Rector of Saint Gabriel’s, the church that manages this facility. I’m sorry I didn’t make it in to see you while you were in the hospital. Welcome home.” “I’m not Catholic.” Lucas wasn’t quite sure why he said that. And the priest seemed just as confused. “I’m not Catholic either, Lucas. This is an Anglican facility.” “Oh.” He probably should have known that. “Well, I’m not Anglican either. I mean, there’s no reason you should have come to see me in the hospital. That’s all I meant.” “Ah. I see.” The priest stepped back from the doorway. “Well, come on in. You look like you might wa

Khatri feels like there’s a noose around his throat, where he stands before his congregation, the weight of their expectant gazes pressing in on him. The church is fuller than usual, every pew packed with faces familiar and some not, but all of them are anticipating one thing. His first baptism in three years of being the priest of this parish church. In bigger towns, baptisms weren’t such a big deal but in small towns like Hapeville, this might as well measure up to a world-stopping event like manna falling from heaven. They were all here to witness the cleansing and rebirth of lost souls, bringing them to Christ. Khatri can only imagine how scandalous it’ll

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.

The room was silent except for heavy breathing. "Let me introduce everyone properly," Father Henry continued. "Sister Veronica, these are my brothers in Christ. Father Marcus"....he indicated the oldest priest...."our senior priest. Father David"....the middle-aged one with gray streaking his temples...."who handles our charitable work. Father Thomas"....a man in his mid-forties with kind eyes...."our music director. Father Joseph"...the youngest, intense and handsome...."our youth minister. And Father Chen"...the Asian priest, scholarly and precise..."who manages our finances." Each

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The priest sighed deeply. ⸻ Flashback After Fred paid him off to leave silently so Carden could step in as priest, he immediately called Arnold. He informed him that there would be a new priest, speaking hurriedly before hanging up. From Arnold’s tone, he could sense the anger burning through the phone.

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.”

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.

“Well, I can’t disclose anything to anyone outside the faction and to any lower priest. But you have to understand that my superiors and the archbishop are people I cannot deny.” The priest who visited her wasn’t how she pictured a priest should be. He was bald with a scar on the left side of his head and a tattoo on his hands. The only thing priestly with him was the white robe he fashioned and the insignia of an X with spirals on it. “As long as it only stays to a small group of people. Now please assess her for any dark magic.” “You can untie her first.” Lord Rey