Priest Of Corruption Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“The corruption spreads faster than you can imagine. It doesn’t need to take every soul to control the city—it only needs enough to destabilize, to turn fear into chaos.” Avery swallowed hard. The mark on her palm burned, reminding her that the last soul she had failed to claim had started all of this. She gripped her scythe tighter, feeling its pulse echoing hers. They turned a corner and froze. A man in a blue uniform—perhaps a security guard—was screaming at nothing. He flailed, tearing at the air, eyes wide and unseeing, shadows crawling over his body like black vines. Avery’s stomach twisted. The man wasn’t moving of his own accord; the corruption was bending him, turning him into a pup

Hence , Robin and the others had no choice but to watch helplessly as Rogue took Chelsea away before climbing on their steed and follow him . " This is completely stupid !" shrieked the high priest , a dangerous pulse throbbing in his forehead . He just don't understand how in the world he got entangled himself into this mess , he was exhausted after wiping those demon beasts , all he wanted to do after cleaning those beast up was to go back to his home , take a really nice brunch and sleep through out the entire noon but before he could , That bloody rascal of a crown prince came rushing towards him . Bringing with him a completely unconscious brat and before he so much had a chance to scol

“That night, so long ago, lifetimes ago, the priest, Corrompero, remember him, how could you forget, he drugged me, in the wine, drugged me and you. You, too, were drugged, yes, I remember. And I was so young and didn’t know he wasn’t a man to trust, and I was too trusting. I know, that was my mistake. I’m sorry, I am, truly but it was all like a dream, this thing, this horrible thing, happening so fast. A bad dream and I tried to stop, I did, I tried to—” He raised his hand, the flesh flashing pale in the moonglow as he waved away her frantic words, imploring her to stop, catch her breath. Circle back to reality and discover truth. In shadow, the pitter-patter of Eidolon reflected in the ra

But lately, my thoughts had strayed, sinful and insistent, circling around the new parish priest like a forbidden temptation. Father Elias had arrived only two months ago, his presence rippling through the convent like a quiet thunder. Tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp green eyes that seemed to pierce right through the veil of piety, he led masses with a voice that commanded obedience. I caught myself staring during sermons, imagining those strong hands on me, guiding me not in prayer but in something darker, more carnal. At night, in my narrow cell, my body would ache with need, my fingers slipping beneath my undergarments to touch the wetness gathering between my thighs as I pictured h

I slip between them, still damp, the towel discarded. Silence envelops me. My thoughts stir. I close my eyes… but an inner voice rises. Are you proud of yourself? I freeze. My heart skips a beat. You corrupted a priest. You broke his vow of chastity. You sinned. For an instant, a pang of guilt runs through me. A shadow. As if the room darkened around me. I still hear his cry, his despair. You destroyed me. I clench the sheets between my fingers. My eyes blur. Am I a monster?

They crumble to the ground with the doors still wide open, waiting for them to escape. One by one, I silence them. All, except the priest. The priest crawls backward, bible clutched to his chest like it can save him. “Please,” he whispers. “You’ll make it worse. I’m a vessel of—” I cut his throat mid-sentence. His holy words bleed out with his blood, soaking the bible he’d used to judge me. The pages turn red. Scriptures drowned in sin. I tower over him, watching the light fade from his eyes.

“I don’t want to come back, Dmitri and the sooner we both accept that we are no longer related to each other, the better for the two of us. The man kept looking at me for what seemed like ages before filling up his wine glass again and gulped it down in one go. “I want you to take over the mafia son” Dmitri suddenly blurted and my eyes turned sharply to his direction, I didn't miss the smirk hovering at the edge of his lips. I couldn’t help but scoff, was he being serious right now? “Do you realize I am a priest now? I don’t have any business with the underworld” A loud laugh rose from his throat but it was short and his face immediately went grim again. “You are already fucking a woman son,

He grabbed me by the throat from behind and slammed me against the hallway wall again , my cheek pressed against the cool surface. His massive body pinned me there as he lined up his thick cock and drove into my pussy in one savage thrust. “AHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed as he stretched me open brutally. “Fuck… you did this to me,” he snarled, voice dark and dangerous. His hand tightened around my throat, cutting off my air just enough to make my head spin. “I was clean. I became a priest to escape this… this fucking addiction. And you — you brought the beast back.”

“Yes. I see her fight against her nature every day. That takes courage and strength that most of us don’t have. Leave her alone.” “No.” I leaned in very close. “I will corrupt her to the very core of her being.” “Please,” he said and for the first time started to cry. “No. She’s a good girl. She doesn’t deserve damnation.” “By the time I’m done with her, she’ll welcome it.” I set my wolves loose on the priests and left. While they turned the men into mince, I snuck into the orphanage and retrieved Pippa's file without anyone even noticing that I was there.

As I left the Arcane Archives on shaky legs, the taste of forbidden knowledge and my own release still lingering on my skin, one truth settled deep inside me. I had come here seeking rare texts for my thesis. Instead, Elias Thorne had just given me the first living chapter of my own corruption. And the worst part? I was already desperate to read the next page