Priest Twd Novels & Stories

They passionately stared at Ares, who transformed into a human form. "It's really the High Priest! It turns out that the High Priest is a dragon! No wonder he can predict the Holy Maiden! He and the Holy Maiden are a match made in heaven!" "What Klaus? What Orion? No matter how exceptional they are, they are no match for a dragon! Holy Maiden, they probably found out the Dragon Clan was coming and chickened out!" Some excited Beastfolk had already started jumping to conclusions. I watched and did not stop them. I thought, 'Aren't Klaus and the others waiting for me to beg them? Let us see who begs whom.'

Slowly, he twisted up his feet and then down again. The third time he came up again without his pants on. “Shit!” Dale hid her face to keep herself from invading his privacy. At the same time, she was anxious and interested in knowing what he was doing, so she peeped again, permitting her curiosity to get the best of her. This time, the priest had a lotion in his hand. He squeezed the plastic bottle and green thick substance dripped on his palm from the overly used bottle. One could tell by the squeaking sound that followed.

Orphanage Home: 213 Lukward Street, Los Angeles. She was shocked and didn’t put it into consideration until she saw another familiar writing on the paper. The old priest stated: “Fred and I. May the Heavenly Father forgive us.” Her eyes widened, confusion hit her hard. “Why would the old priest demand forgiveness from the Lord for him and Fred”? “What’s going on?” she gasped. The room became thick, each walls held secrets of decades. Tension grew. As Secrets are about to be unveiled.

I push past the snow-covered ground, the sound of sirens sifting from afar. The boot slams open. The body of some priest who called me ‘Twisted’ last night. Wrong word choice. I showed him twisted. Now he’ll serve one final purpose: giving Mad-Bishop the funeral he deserves. Poetic, really. A man of God dying in the devil’s place. The men gag, faces scrunched, fighting the urge to vomit. If they do, they'll join him. “Move,” I say. “To the woods now. Five minutes, not even a second should pass.”

he cries. “Next time you come back without her, you’ll get much worse,” I hiss. “What about Adrian?” Walter asks. Fucking idiot. He should know better than that. We lost Adrian for a few weeks. He quietly and quickly left the church where he had been working as a human priest for the last three years. I sent my warriors all over the country to look for him, and of course it was the moron twins who found him. “We know where he is.”

I pass by Priest’s prized black Tesla and make my way to his office. Several men in jumpers wave as I pass by. Once I reach Priest’s office door, I step in without knocking. “Priest, this better be good because I was in the middle of something.” Priest is one of the top trainers in the Confradia. We met seven years ago while he was working on a case. I was fairly new to the Confradia. Priest was on a mission, and I needed some help. He pulled me out of some real deep shit. Let’s just say he wasn’t happy and took it upon himself to make sure I didn’t kill myself. Priest is a badass. To add to his myth, the fucker used to be blind. Yeah, I said it; up to several months ago, he was blind. Even

"I heard the new Priest was a cultist in University. A brutal, wicked one." The eyes of the remaining nuns opened, including Estelle. "We're in prayers time, Nuns. We can't get distracted by gossips." Another nun—Grace, replied. Grace is the most religious here. "But this concerns the Church!" The gossiper said adamantly. "How can a former cultist become a Priest just because he went to seminary school? He's not worthy of—" "Shut up!" Estelle snapped. "He's already Father Tobias. If you think he doesn't deserve to be a Priest, then ascend to heaven and report to God!"

{Mac Allister} I stood there at the altar, my gaze fixed upon Jacinda and Tommy (who was been pushed in his Ash colored wheelchair) approaching me. A knot tightened in my stomach. The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts.

(Titus POV) They should be here. From what I’ve gathered, the priests live on the outskirts of the town surrounding the castle. It’s a peaceful place surrounded by trees and other greenery. Looking around, I could only slump my shoulders in defeat. I just can’t find them! “What do you need child?” I turned around startled, “!” The priest apologized, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” “Grover, right?” “Actually, it’s Giles. Do you need Grover?” he asked concerned.

“What the fuck did you bring here, Liam?” “I don’t know,” Liam said, but it sounded like he didn’t believe himself. His grip on my wrist tightened. I could feel his pulse under his skin, the warmth between us pulling tighter. The priest suddenly dropped to his knees. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he whispered. His eyes darted to me, terrified. “She’s not meant to be an offering.” The room froze. Even the fire seemed to quiet. Cade turned to him. “What did you say?”