Priest Twd Novels & Stories

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.”

“Well… isn’t that interesting?” “He grabbed me and flipped me!” “I’m sure you’re not as innocent as you’d like me to think,” Raven said bowing her head. “Priest.” Priest? Wren was a priest? I looked between them. He turned his head and smiled lightly. He came to her and cupped her face. “Hmm,” he said. “You have taken to your training well.” She beamed, prideful and happy. “Thank you.” He nodded and turned back to me. “You should leave.”

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

“You need to be fully prepared because the priest, I learned is always ahead of everyone else. He may have something in motion that no one is aware of. Just saying.” “Yeah lest I forget,” Tom added. “The spies I sent to the mainlands also mentioned that the priest used some machine his slaves have been building in secret for many years to destroy the East wing. They said that even Flint had no idea of what the machine could do until the priest tested it on his territory.” “What does the machine do?” Raul was curious. Tom paused for a while and then replied. “It spits fire.” “Fire!” Raul screamed. The governor scoffed. “You don’t say.”

He looked like a killer. How could priest have a tattoo on his lower arm and not cover It in church? So Absurd! When we got to the altar, Matt let me go and I slided next to Brian who looked pissed as if he had been offended before he got here. Well..that definitely was not my business. He stretched out his hand and I grabbed it as we headed to the priest. And the priest began without beating around the bush. "Miss Esmeralda Peters do you take Mr Brian Wayne as your lawfully wedded husband? in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth?" He asked, and I sighed.

(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.

They prayed to be born to a fortune-500 CEO. The priest was number two-hundred.

“Well, I can’t disclose anything to anyone outside the faction and to any lower priest. But you have to understand that my superiors and the archbishop are people I cannot deny.” The priest who visited her wasn’t how she pictured a priest should be. He was bald with a scar on the left side of his head and a tattoo on his hands. The only thing priestly with him was the white robe he fashioned and the insignia of an X with spirals on it. “As long as it only stays to a small group of people. Now please assess her for any dark magic.” “You can untie her first.” Lord Reynold gave her a warning glance to which she only ignored and tilted her head, trying to look clueless.