Priest Novels Novels & Stories

“you must be really nosy or is that a qualification that was needed for your ordination. Huh?” He smirked while tilting his head and looking askance through the ends of the book aisle . She was indeed funny and sassy too but two can play that game. “Oh yes! If I am not nosy enough, I would be incapable of winning souls for Christ. The less nosy the priest is, the less his wins for the kingdom. Now how about the lady that intended to learn how to stand up to bullies from Joel’s book”. Making a cheshire cat grin as he is pleased with his come back.

Fuck! “My name is Kellina and I am the Crimson Priestess.”

or her, considering Cynth hadn't mentioned the name. "Yes," Soartin answered. He took his eyes from the game and, when he caught the look on Sethlzaar's face, he added, "All the books deemed apocryphal were written by priests, so I'm guessing at some point in time the seminary realized the church wasn't taking the work of its priests seriously so they stopped presenting them with works that touched on topics addressed in the scriptures. The church probably demanded they continue to present them seeing as it was a part of some arrangement but the seminary claimed there were no such books."

“Sneaking.” “More like blending with the shadows. I read something interesting yesterday; do you want to hear it?” he nodded, expecting. Fredden lounged on the sofa, his arms on the backrest casually resting there. “We talked about the world shadows, right? The thing you said about the world has a shadow… I know you were joking but you hit the nail on the head. There was someone who wrote a big book about his theory and it was a priest. Do you remember that priest who got executed for trying to save the redcursed? I got a book from him from the black market. It stated that the world indeed has a shadow. The difference between both sides is that the roles are reversed. The shadows walked with

Just a fitted black clerical shirt tucked neatly into grey trousers, with polished Oxford shoes grounding him in place. He smells… good. And he’s close. Too close. I swallow. I’m not naive. I know things, even if I pretend not to. I have a sneaky link, and whenever I visit, we sneak off to his father’s cornfield for quick sex. But this… this is different. Priests aren’t supposed to get hard. Didn’t they trade the flesh for the spirit? My gaze drifts back to his face. He’s already watching me, and the smile there isn’t kind. It isn’t holy.

Almost hypnotised by the sight of it, a blur of black smeared the edge of my vision, and I glanced across the road to see a priest crossing in front of a gelato parlour, a tan leather satchel clutched under his arm, his heavy, dark robes swishing behind him as he walked. I gasped and pushed myself instinctively closer to Ethan, who squeezed my hand in return, barely even giving the priest a second look. 'Not all priests are agents of the Council,' he said, as we continued to walk, and I glanced furtively back over my shoulder. 'Most of them genuinely believe that what they have dedicated their lives to, is the truth. They know no better.'

I'd come for him. Father Damien Cross, the mysterious priest everyone talked about but nobody really knew, the man with the dark past and strong hands who'd supposedly done unspeakable things before finding God. I wanted to see if the rumors were true, wanted to know what kind of man could make married women blush just by saying mass.

I could feel his presence at my back—tall, warm, the faint rustle of his cassock as he moved closer. I kept reading, line after line about denying the body, about offering suffering to God, about the dangers of self-indulgence. My voice shook on the parts about “touching oneself in secret” and “fantasies that defile the soul.” By the time I reached the end of the first page I was breathing faster, nipples tight against my dress, the ache between my legs worse than it had been all day. Father Chris stepped around the table so I could see him. He leaned down, one hand resting on the open book, the other hanging loose at his side. His eyes locked on mine.

Wasn’t there a rule about priests abstaining from worldly sinful pleasures such as sex and alcohol? This priest that the young Baron brought back to his territory resembled a hooligan more than a holy man. Father Clarence would be shocked to see this heathen. “Oi! Are you the lad with impressive medical skills?” the drunken priest greeted and threw another sack of coins on the table, gambling his hand of cards with ladies in his lap. The underaged chef grimaced at how this NPC was sucking tongues with the local barmaid. He didn’t want to think about their complicated sleazy relationship as he wasn’t here to play cupid.