Priest Youngblood Novels & Stories

The priest continuously sucked it into his mouth without wasting a drop. A sinister and bloody aura emanated from the priest. It was clear that the priest was using the young maiden to cultivate some kind of evil technique. As the last drop of fresh blood flowed, the maiden gradually lost her life and became a shriveled-up corpse. It was incredibly terrifying. Throughout the process, she remained silent and solemn as if offering everything for her faith, willingly and contentedly. Andrius was stunned. The clergy of the Sauro Church had put a lot of effort into brainwashing.

~~~~~~~~~ NAPLES — SAN GIORGIO MONASTERY — SAME NIGHT The War Priest of Naples didn’t take appointments. He took offerings. Lorenzo brought a fingerbone from an Umbra enforcer and an envelope of ash from the Vatican fire. The priest, Father Grimaldi, took them silently. Lit incense. Then spoke: "The boy is not broken. He is ancient. Something lives in his bloodline, dormant until the signal woke it." "What kind of signal?" Grimaldi pointed to an old mosaic above the altar. A man crowned in iron, bleeding from his eyes, surrounded by golden-robed twins.

Several times Alexis grabbed the evil vampire's neck there with her left hand, and immediately drank all the blood from the vampire. Cameron became unfocused when he saw this. How can a vampire hunter become a vampire? And how can a new born vampire drink the blood of other vampires? He just kept wondering there. But as much as possible Cameron refocused with all his movements there at this time. Some of the vampire hunters in Adrian and Alexis' troops even started getting injured. And the psychics who keep trying to focus on casting protective and weakening spells for the evil vampires who are there. Some evil vampires have even died lying on the ground. Alexis was moving so fast it was alm

The ancient affirmation that I heard used in a clearing in the dark for a different purpose, turned now toward something it was always better suited for. Aldric looks at me again. "The last heir of the Moonblood line," he says. And then he stops. And what he does next is not in the formal script, I can tell by the way the hall shifts slightly, by the way the other elders exchange glances. He steps down from his position and he looks at me directly, just a man now, all the titles stripped away, and he says: "Forgive an old wolf who was wrong." The hall is very still.

As one catches her by the foot something deep inside Baylee erupts, I can feel it from her very core, her hardwire was different from everyone else and that’s the moment she realised that, even if she didn’t know what it was. The feeling builds, a gush of what felt like wind, but it resembled more like spirit as it’s pulled into her body, into every fibre that was Baylee Then it pops, like a bomb only this bomb came from inside the little girl, her soul, her very core screams louder than Iv ever heard before. The force sending the bad men flying. Their spirit ripped right out of their bodies as they fall to the ground dead. She screams until she knows they are gone, her heart was racing so f

But it seems I have more opposers other than him. The young priest answers, "It's not needful for you to know. What you should know is you're going to lie down with your sickening ambition to the grave...!" He could not finish his imprudent sentence when I made all of his teeth fall and his whole body unraveled like a broken doll. "Watch your words, kid. Mages are not exempted from morality."

I say with a grin, and I hand him a glass of bourbon. Gabriel Priest is the Chapter President of Devil’s Void, an obvious 1%-er motorcycle club with its members all being vampires. The reason I called for him is that he also has a history with Death’s Temple and knows them better than anyone. He also happens to be my mercenary and takes care of the more stealthy kills, which I cannot. Our warriors and pack members now stay out of each other’s way after we came to an amicable agreement when I almost killed him.

Once more, he felt the bones in his body came back to the time where the blessings of youth still robust in his life. The priest bowed at him and faced the crowd. "Mabuhay!" The priest shouted then the crowd chanted with him. He raised his hand to give command. The crowd fell silent at once. "The final offering," he carefully chose his words. It's no longer his family. It's the Mountains Army. He continued, "is finally ready to be offered in the eyea of our gods."

Feeling the excitement and wanting to continue to play the character, I moaned out, "Father, will I be happy and peaceful once I'm filled with the blessings of the priests?" Father Bobby moaned at my question and I felt him pick up speed and up the force of his hard cock thrusting into my ass. He finally grunted out, "Yes, my son, you will feel a newfound sense of accomplishment and pride every time you are filled with the warm blessings of the priests. Do you want to feel that, my son? Do you want to feel the warmth of a holy priest's blessings filling your sinful young body and ridding you of your immoral urges and selfish desires?"

Her bones and muscles were starting to adjust to the Blood Thirst demands. Olivier who was the only male child that was made and not born who happened to be another one of the poor vampires who could not grow up but was very powerful served the vampire king, walked over to the King and grabbed Jezzebelles fallen hand. He closed his eyes and felt the immense pain she was going thru.