Priest Youngblood Novels & Stories

I forced myself to my knees, biting back the stabbing pain in my bones, my body limp from the burning sensation of the silver dust. Outside the doorway, Kian stood watching coldly. “I just came back from the cemetery. Today is their death anniversary. And you’re here, resting? “Don’t forget how they died. Three lives. You could spend the rest of your life repenting, and it still wouldn’t be enough. “All I’m asking is for you to pray for them here. Don’t act like you’re being tortured.” However, I’d seen them earlier today in the villa I’d worked for years to buy back, celebrating Leila’s birthday.

He raised his blade. Each muscle of his body was focused on the final stroke. The priest laughed – a dry, razing sound. “There is no more compulsion, Carter. Only fate.” He rammed the phiole into the shaft of the injection gun and pushed the barrel without to delay the main access of the incubator. Before Raven the distance the priest pulled the trigger. The deep black red blood shot through the lines. It did not hit the arm of the Boys, but went directly into the interfaces at his spine.

His mind had already raced ahead,countless enemies who would love to use Elena as leverage against him. Austin was having his own conversation, his face pale beneath the club's neon lights. "What do you mean, ambushed?" he hissed into the phone. "At the church? Where's the priest? What happened?" The caller's voice was panicked. "The priest was shot. The church is a bloodbath. We're still trying to account for everyone, but the gunfire was heavy. We've got casualties, multiple casualties. It's a massacre." "Fucking shit," Austin muttered, his hand shaking as he lowered the phone. "Fucking shit. Fucking—"

He laughs, then gets to his feet and turns to walk out. “Wait!” I call out and get to my feet, trembling. He stops short and turns his head to the side, waiting for me to talk. “Why do this? Why come after my family like this when you killed them?!” Priest has me up against the wall with a hand tightly wrapped around my throat. “Look into my fucking eyes and tell me what you see,” he growls. I wretch open my eyes and peer up into his crimson ones. “They’re…r-red,” I stutter, my body trembling in fear. “Completely red, even the sclera.”

"And apparently, he's kidnapping priests now." Sofia froze mid-flip, giving me a sharp look. "What?" I sighed. "Long story," I breathed. She narrowed her eyes. "Does this priest go by the name Father Elijah?" I blinked, unsure. "I haven't exactly heard the details." "It has to be him. He's causing some kind of uprising against top mafia dons. He says he wants to exorcise their souls and chase out the devil." My eyes went wide. "W-what do you mean? How long has this been going on for?" I asked her.

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 did the same and the priest slit our wrists, using the small bowl in his hand to collect our blood. He mixed it by shaking it and gave the bowl to Amelia first, "Drink," She gave me a skeptical look but I nodded encouragingly, so she drank from it before giving the bowl to me. I pushed the bowl to my lips and took a sip, tasting the tangy taste of our blood. The priest took the bowl, "By the power vested on me, I now pronounce you one," he announced and faced the crowd who had risen from their seats once again. A sharp pain pierced through my heart, sending its sensation all over my body. I gripped my chest in pain, my head spinning wildly.

the priest began, his voice deep and resonant, filled with ancient power. “With my blood,” Damian repeated, feeling the words reverberate through his body. “With my life.” “With my life.” “I surrender myself.” “I surrender myself.” “To the darkness.” “To the darkness.” As the final words left his lips, the water surged up around him, pulling him under. Time seemed to stretch into eternity, the world above fading away. When he finally emerged, gasping for breath, he was no longer the same.

People that have sworn to remain virgins or celibates for the rest of their lives. Immediately I see them, I feel my body tingle with excitement. Fuck this is not right. I’m here for deliverance not these stupid feelings I’ve been having all week but then they even look better than the photo I saw of them. Shit, shit, shit. They continued to walk closer and I finally got to fully see their faces and features. The first man or should I say priest was younger. Maybe in his twenties with dark brown curly hair like a bouquet of scattered flowers and eyes the color of hazel. Father Leonard.

“They’re enslaved as his thralls. You can’t punish them. They couldn’t help it.” “The fuck are you talking about?” the head of the Tribune whimpers, tearing at his fringe of remaining hair. “Saint Christian is a legend, so are…” He gives a hysterical, wheezing chuckle. “Vampires? Really? And why is there a priest taking charge of this--?” Sicillio gives Louie a pointed look, and the enforcer opens fire without even hesitating – ending that civ the same as he did ignorant, innocent Mindy a few minutes past.