Priest Youngblood Novels & Stories

“Word reached me that you had escaped, you ingrate! Bold of you to show your face here after you nearly sent me to meet our Lord.” “Our Lord?” Young Vergilius scoffed, glancing at the naked girls. “You dare invoke His name while committing such a profane act, you old wretch.” Without waiting for a response, Young Vergilius launched himself at the old priest, hurling him across the room. His mouth latched onto the man’s neck, and the wet sound of blood being drawn filled the air as the girls around them screamed, too terrified to move. Gildeon watched as Young Vergilius nearly drained the priest dry before standing and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The old priest’s eyes bulged w

I felt my chest tighten. Lie after lie after lie. And somehow she was still trying to hold them together. The priest studied her carefully. “The sacred bond does not mourn the dead,” he said quietly. Talia stiffened. “What?” “If the second child had died,” the priest continued, “the bond would have completed itself through grief.” The silver flames flickered harder around Denver and Alec. Unstable. Searching. The priest’s voice lowered. “This ritual seeks living blood.” The entire hall went silent again. Talia looked terrified now.

"If that is your definition of reality then I reject it with all the strength I have left in me. Reality is accepting that everything that goes on in this world is real and when we die, we die." "That is totally wrong, young blood," the voice said and I wondered why he called me young blood instead of Perer like most people do. "Young blood?" "Yes! I referred to you as a young blood because I can see the rage you have in your heart. I can feel your desire to know the truth even if it means risking all to get it. I am going to tell you something, young blood." "What is it?" "Pray before you fall asleep. Pray before you step your foot inside a new month. Pray without ceasing, young blood. Plea

Something more spiritual. Having grown up in the Orangelo way of life, Ink had been filled with stories about toms who were perfectly healthy in body but their spirits ached to leave their lives. Priest had not seemed like one of those toms to him, but Ink did not know about his life before they met. Neither of them talked of where they came from, their traumas, or anything too deeply serious from their pasts. There could be a million reasons why Priest would prefer to die that Ink had no knowledge of.

He placed it in the middle of the audience, then recited a prayer. When I dripped my blood into the water, my blood immediately formed a small ball-shaped lump that swam. Then Hayden did too, and his blood also clotted into a small ball. Our blood clots separated from each other. Mine in the right, and Hayden's in the left. That proves that the water in the cup is indeed not ordinary water. The last one is Baby Pasha's blood. The High Priest could easily stab a needle into his tiny index finger. I almost headed that High Priest if he hurt my son more than he needed to. But thankfully, the High Priest did his job in one stab, and then my son's blood entered the cup.

the priest proclaims. As I unveil her, I see her eyes with a new expression, an expression of no fear. I take both of her cheeks in my hands to lean in for a kiss when I felt something hard poking me on my side. I look down and sees a small gun. Her hands were shaking slightly, I can see all the bottled up anger. The stupid sweaty priest sees this as well and starts running away. "It was you, You killed my aunt Madonna!" Baby's face was shaking as she says this.

"You think a heartfelt apology and a shared hug erase the ancient magic binding your soul? The blood-pact is an absolute decree, Laura. Even if you love him now, the runes are tied to the dark archives. If I whisper the true command word to Cassian's blood-mages, that pact will turn inward and tear your heart to pieces." ​Before Vlad could finish his sentence, Dave didn't even draw his sword. ​With blinding, terrifying speed, Dave moved across the stone floor like a dark specter.

"The baby's Xander Zane's. If anything happens to me, he'll make you pay." I never wanted to drop Xander's name—but I was out of options. Steven froze. "Bull. Everyone in Levaerom knows Xander's basically a coma corpse. What, he knocked you up from a hospital bed?"

The priest opened his book, then lifted his gaze. His voice was calm. Deep. Echoing throughout the room. “Mr. Adrian… do you take Miss Livia as your wife,” he said slowly, “to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love her, to protect her, to honor her, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to her until death do you part?” A brief silence followed. All eyes were on Adrian. Without hesitation. Without pause. “Yes, I do.”

She gets on her feet slowly, eyes fixed on the priest who now turns his back to her. “How do you know about my family, human?” Hayley is pissed now and yells. “I need answers!” “I owe you nothing, child.” “What is your plan, human? Are you planning a takeover?” Hayley tried to get back at him so he would spill more secrets. She realized that he isn’t going to say anything more and made to grab his hands but the priest shoved her off carefully. Hayley fell to the ground her eyes full of anger as she noticed the fire in the priest’s eyes.