Priest Novels & Stories

Confess her sins maybe? It was only now that she had gotten close enough to get a good look at the priest on the alter. He looked young, perhaps somewhere between his early to late twenties. He wore a black cassock, along with a silver cross dangling over his chest. He had slightly curly dark brown hair and dark eyes. She found yourself immediately drawn to him. He had this angelic, yet somehow dark, powerful aura all around him and in the words he spoke. She listened intently as he preached the words of God, his voice deep and serious

It was hard to get on the high seas. He whispered a prayer of gratitude to his patron, the Father of Hares, out of habit but stopped partway through and swore. Priest didn't want to admit but seeing behind the cosmic curtain had shaken him to the core. He still wasn't clear on many things but he now knew the Father of Hares was also Tricksy, the toms' God of Chaos. Years of devotion to him. Living only for what the god inspired him to do and give up, not to mention his shame and self-violence when he felt he fell short. All of it had left Priest feeling empty and not sure of his mission.

He was not going to understand this right now. "I have to talk about it, brother. I don’t understand anything, and I don’t believe that priest one bit. He is weird, and a fucking liar. That is the only thing that I know." He tapped my leg softly as he looked into my eyes. "Be careful about what you say about the priest. He has been with us for decades, and he has never lied. You mustn’t speak like this out there, ok?" I scoffed, my fingers threading my busy softly. "So..."

Orion asks, worried, peering into the Priests bleary eyes. “Ah, my Prince,” the Priest murmurs, his voice shaky and uncertain as he finds his balance and looks uncertainly around at Orion and Anton, and then at Laila and I as we, too, dash over. “Orion the Penultimate – good boy – nice – steals my pens –“ “What?” Laila asks, looking up into Orion’s face as the Priest – clearly a bit senile – continues to murmur.

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.”

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,

Even from a distance, his presence was heavy and commanding. The head priest stood in front of a dragon statue. His head was hanging down as he muttered prayers. Joya immediately made her way to where the head priest stood. She stood aside and waited until he was done praying before approaching him curtly. "Salam alaikum." She greeted, bowing in respect. The priest glared at her, scanning her from head to toe before finally fixing his piercing gaze on her face. "What brings you to the holy temple?" He asked, crossing both hands behind his back. The priest was old, w

"Give me a fucking name or a lead. Something useful, or I swear, you'll wish that bullet you fired today had been in your own skull." He swallowed hard. "There's... there's a priest. He's a young guy. He goes by Father Elijah. He runs a small parish on the south side. Black Scorpion goes to him for... confession or advice. I don't know." I released him and straightened up. "See how easy that was?" The sniper exhaled, probably thinking the worst was over. It wasn't. "Clean it up," I told Roman. "And make sure he doesn't walk out of here."