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.

"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?

“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.”

I kept my voice neutral even though hope was clawing up my throat. "This door." He traced the pattern without making contact. "I know this door, I've touched it thousands of times but I can't remember why or when." "You worked here." I moved beside him. "You were Father Damien Cross and this was your church and you heard confessions and gave sermons and tried to save souls you thought were worth more than your own." "That doesn't make sense." He was still staring at the door. "Why would I become a priest, what possible reason would make that seem like a good idea?"

I turned towards the source of the sound to see a pale skinned middle aged man with delicate feathers. He had long jade black hair, piercing hazel eye, and a devilishly charming face. He wore a white priestly robe, and a rosery rested peacefully across his slender neck. His weapon was a gigantic cross-like hammer ikwhich had inscriptions on it. His aesthetics was that of a Christian priest. One could easily tell he must have been a priest in his previous life. I chuckled inwardly at my own stupidity. Like a priest would be caught dead in hell with demons like the re

The congregation remained blissfully unaware. But I wasn’t. He knew that I knew. And now he was drawing the boundary publicly. “A priest,” he continued calmly, “does not belong to himself. His life is not his own. His heart is not his own. He has given it.” A soft murmur of reverence moved through the pews. I felt something twist painfully in my chest. Given. “As have many of you,” he added, widening the net to keep the congregation unaware. “Marriage. Parenthood. Service. Every sacred calling requires sacrifice.”

Instead, he focused on the man who has a piece of paper in his hand, a mic in his right hand. A man with white hair stood on the pulpit, he wore the alb which is the long white vestment, held around his waist by a girdle and the two sides of the garment are held together by a morse as the priest's dressing code or robe. Grey looked serious as he stared at the priest's lips waiting for the words to fall out. I couldn’t understand what was going on, who was Alisa to him and why does he look typically cold...

He went in to see the pastor. "What brings you here?" the priest asked once he and Bryce were seated in his office. "I am confused," Bryce replied. "God can do all things including giving you peace," the priest said. "Would you like to share with me what is making you confused?" he asked. Bryce went ahead and told the priest everything. The priest listened attentively without interruption.

A gentle voice asked. Dale wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not Slowly she opened her eyes and found the priest standing right in front of her. He was very advanced in age, a man of about sixty for years of age and was surely due for retirement. He held the chaplet, his hands raised towards her assuring a blessing. Dale looked open her eyes to find the priest's new position. She vibrated in shock and crashed to the floor as the vibration continued. "Dear lord, security!" The priest called out to the uniformed men, patrolling the premises.

he repeated, proud that his voice didn't mirror his fear. The man before him was as tall as Valerik but smaller in build. The hilts of his weapons poked from their scabbards on both sides of his cassock where they hung from the belt wrapped around his waist. The cassock, white as the mist, marked him a priest. And while his presence was domineering, Sethlzaar did not fear it as much as he'd feared Valerik's. Because where the priest's seemed to have been called upon, Valerik's had dominated without command.