Priest Youngblood Novels & Stories

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.

A fine piece of a man that was potentially waisting in the priestly vocation, and when he showed signs of feeling the same way for me, I jumped at the opportunity and became his sugar boy. I had nothing to loose. Nuel had dumped me again and I was just so sex starved. He wasn't as good in bed as Nuel, but his performance was good, good enough to make me cum, and his beauty compensated for any other area that was lacking. But to my wildest imagination, there he laid, on the floor, in his room, drenched in the pool of his own blood. I screamed at the top of my voice, so much that the house almost collapsed. I was pretty sure that the scream could've eventually woken up the dead.

But I can't hide things forever so, I will reveal the truth to her. "Oh you're talking about that cure? Yes there is a cure. You know what is it? It's the blood of Albino people," I heard Lucia gasped. I did not react to that but rather continue on informing her. "That's why the capital, and the King are eager to get your twins. People are calling them witches. People are out to drain their blood, Lucia. The reason why the King knows about it is because there's a book about that"

He looked down and asked, "Your Eminence, can you really extract her power?" The High Priest, Alistair Greymont, whose face was hidden beneath the hood, replied in his raspy voice, "Indeed. Our holy cult wants the saintess herself. To express our gratitude to the McDaniel family, her Blood of Longevity will be yours. "I need not tell you what such blood can do, Mr. McDaniel Senior. A single drop is enough to create another peak martial saint for your family. All of it together… and you could dominate the Holtrien martial world itself."

Gabriel nodded and collected the pamphlet, while Father Marcel nodded too, but in a proud, pious way to show he was pleased. Priest Gabriel has always loved sharing the gospel at any given opportunity, and he also loved to prepare for it, particularly on Sundays like this, which was tagged as another harvest of souls service. The highlight of such services for him was the altar call, where lost sinners were given yet another chance at repentance. At the last harvest of souls service about four weeks ago, Rev. Marcel had ministered on the “Purchase of Blood," and ten people had surrendered to Yeshua, while Priest Gabriel sat at a corner of the church weeping, his emotions completely overwhelm

He couldn’t keep forgetting her in each life. He, Azael Alarico De Leon, was the first vampire to manifest in her kingdom, in their first life. In that life, he was the little lonely boy, bullied and scorned, regarded by all as the sole error in an otherwise perfect world, while she was the holy maiden, worshiped and revered throughout the kingdom. If he was darkness, then she was light. He was known as the ‘evil egg,’ bred from darkness. A child born from the crack of a dark egg, with no origin or lineage.

She then greeted both Grey and Sebastian as they entered the bank. Dorris know who is Sebastian and what family they are from so she sinply pay her respect to them and lead them to a private room to talk. "Hello Mr. Young, I' have already checked your bank account's balance!" She then gave Grey the documents regarding his account. "What is this! It's. It's 15 billion dollars!" he said with his face turning blue. "Why did grandpa gave me this much?"he mumbled to himself. "It is already expected too see this much Mr. Young since you are from the prestigous Young family. Everyone at the top brass knows how wealthy your family are. Your grandfather is well known in the main branch at Marwood cit

The sound rings out, harsh and discordant. The priest falls. He tumbles down the stone steps, his body loose and heavy. He lands at the assassin's feet in a heap of black cassock and blood. I scream. "Father!" The sound tears out of my throat, raw and burning. The assassin looks down at the body. He nudges it with his boot. "Collateral," he mutters. He turns back to me. I am frozen. The sight of the old man—the man who baptized me, the man who gave me sanctuary when no one else would—lying dead on the floor breaks something inside me.

Crimson chuckled. “But you… “ I started to say but trailed off. He wasn’t an Alpha. He didn’t belong to a pack. “He is the firstborn and heir to the Blood Moon Pack. Meaning he could overthrow Tiberius and put an end to his tyranny.” Bishop pushed forward and reminded me. “Maybe, but it’s another problem for another day. Focus on Melia.” Alejandra cleared her throat. “I apologize; please continue.” I refocused my attention on the images on the screen.