Priest Novels & Stories

“Have you opened the sacred book and read through what was written? May God forgive you Aiden!” Caitlin tried to read through what was on their mind to know what they were talking about but she could only access the mind of one while the other seems to be blocking her entrance. She turned around to see two men, one who looked a bit old and the other was still young, maybe a few years older than her in the human age. Without anyone telling her, she knows they are priests. From their outfit and from what she has heard about people like them. They are the ones who collects the sins of the people and bring them to repentance by a form of divine spirit and delivera

"Our lord almighty God is in charge here. But I am just a representative." " so I am guessing that you are the priest" "yes"

She might hate me for life or she might end up becoming my friend but whatever she chooses to do I would respect it. I still had someone else to visit today, I walked to the address I was given, the address of the local priest. "Hello my dear, I heard you would come and see me," the priest said. He was a dubious priest, a lover of wine and a very useless person. Nonetheless he was still the only priest in town and we had to respect his position as a priest. "Yes, I would like to learn more about Christ," I said. "That is good, let us

the man asked a fascinating question. "If you have no intention of me, why are you here in my room at this time?" Migi continued to investigate. The man bowed for a moment. "Like I said before, I'm here to watch over you." "Who are you really?" "You don't have to know who I am, it's okay, maybe you know my name. I'm Sebastian." Migi was silent for a moment as she just looked seriously at the man who introduced himself as Sebastian. "How can I trust you?" "Because I know who you are and I know something about the murder case in your area."

answered the Serviteur Noir. "So could I let the old man come back?" asked the priest. "You're too nice, Christopher." said the serviteur. "B-but we must not let our brother be treated with such-" but then his superior intercepted. "Then our brother will forgive us for our disturbances." said the serviteur as they left the area and went outside. The priest followed his superior outside to see a carriage filled with sacks of soil. He wanted to ask what they were going to be used for but was too afraid to speak up.

His eyes dart once toward the congregation, toward the armed men stationed between the pews, toward the open doors where more of them stand watching. No one moves, not even my parents. I don’t look at them, I don’t think I can. The priest lowers his eyes back to the book. His fingers tremble against the pages as he finds the place again. “We… we are gathered here today…” His voice cracks immediately. He clears his throat, tries again. “We are gathered here today to witness the union—” Salvatore turns his head slightly toward me. The movement is small, but suddenly I’m very aware of him standing beside me.

I settled into my designated place beside Sebastian, my mind preoccupied with the heavy promise I had made to the triplets. The priest arrived, his presence commanding the attention of all. He was draped in resplendent robes, and his face bore the wisdom of years spent in devotion to the divine. As he ascended the raised platform at the front of the court, a hushed reverence descended upon the gathering. It was a stark reminder that this day was not just about celebration but also about spirituality.

As she reached it, she saw she had been right: there was someone there. Kneeling quietly, with his back to her, was a priest. Caitlin wondered how he could ignore all this, ignore her presence, how he could be so deeply immersed in prayer in a time like this. She hoped he wouldn’t turn her over to her mob. “Hello?” Caitlin said. He didn’t turn.

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

"It's a dragon. It is Dragon Clan! God bless the Beast World! Dragon God has appeared!" My heart trembled as I narrowed my eyes. The patterns on this Beastfolk's tail told me that this dragon was Ares. My father also noticed. He was overjoyed. The Beastfolk were demanding that he give up his position earlier, but he proudly straightened his back. "This is the High Priest, Ares, the mate of my daughter, Rhea!" Before the others could react, Rola jumped out first. She stared at the figure in disbelief. "Impossible! Everyone knows that the High Priest cannot switch between beast form and human form smoothly. How can he be a dragon?