Priest Youngblood Novels & Stories

I could only pray that my time at the monastery was enough to repent for my sins as a boy. In the wake of the attack, Earl Rathdowne came out of the dust like a spectre. He lifted the rubble off me as if it was no heavier than parchment. He knelt next to me, bit into his arm, and let his blood drip into my mouth. Almost right away, I started breathing easier. My broken bones knitted themselves back together and healed in an instant. “What kind of demon are you?” I asked. “You already know what I am,” Darrick said.

Together with Gio. We walked into the house and the first thing I saw was a dead body on the ground with a pool of blood around him. Fucking hell. I think he shit himself. 'Come on, be silent.' Gio whispered. I squeezed his hand in response, afraid someone would hear me when I would speak out loud. I heard screaming and triggers being pulled. I saw Lucas and Damien standing in the door and I let out a big sigh of relieve. 'Fucking hell, boys. You made me pee myself a little.'

I roar, leaning over him now, “Or by your God’s own name I will do it AGAIN! And I will keep doing it until you are nothing but SHREDS OF WHAT YOU ONCE WERE!” The priest trembles as he looks up at me, in so much pain now that I don’t know if his words are shaking in shock or fear or…something else. But I have every reason to believe they’re honest. He no longer has any reason to lie. “He’s gone, he has the child – “ “Where,” I command, but the priest cries out in fear now, working to cover his face again but only succeeding in leaking blood all over himself.

Hunter thinks that Priest sold his soul to the devil or something. Priest rises from his chair and raises a questioning brow. He’s an intimidating fucker. Which is saying a lot to someone my size. Priest’s about six foot two with wavy brown hair and silver eyes. He’s muscular but not weight-lifting muscular. Sleeker, like a jaguar. The other Assassins and I like to give him a hard time because he’s the ultimate pretty boy. Women literally swoon when the guy walks into a room. It’s almost embarrassing. I remember we went drinking once, and some girl walked up to him and asked him to marry her. No joke. She was a hundred percent serious. Hunter, Micah, and I were speechless. She made some spe

“Long before you came, there was a messenger of the heavens that arrived. He spoke about the terrible war that would befall this territory. For generations, the Baron’s family focused on their military might in preparation for the war. Unfortunately, our young master doesn’t believe in the words of the prophet. He opted to study instead and even brought back religion. Thankfully, the priest that the young master brought with him is an excellent healer. That priest is the only reason why our soldiers are wounded but not dead. However, there is only one priest holding out on an army of goblins. The shamans have more tricks up their sleeves than the priest with his divine power.” Healing Venedi

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot

I walked the walk of shame to the empty alter with no one to take my hand, my little brother was led to take a seat at the front by our driver. I straightened my spine as the people whispered as I got to the alter, suddenly a man scary-looking man dressed in a gray suit stepped forward and the priest sighed. “The boss won't be attending, let me take it from here,” He said gruffly and I blinked rapidly. So he isn't my husband?! My father didn't attend and my husband didn't bother to come too. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the sight of God … ” The priest solemnly said the nonsense and the words drifted away from my ears. I was busy convincing myself that maybe he was a good pe

bearable. "Well, I liked to think of myself as an ascetic," she said. "An ascetic?" I looked up from my book with a raised eyebrow. "Like those Indian gurus who starve themselves to free their souls?" "Something like that," she just shrugged. "Maybe I should be an anorexic vampire then," I murmured to myself. Octavia muffled a laugh. "We're half-blood," she said, "We don't feed off humans." "Doesn't come naturally to me," I said. "Didn't you just say I'm quite different?"

He watched one man, drunk and staggering, move away from the camp in order to urinate on a bush, cursing as the wind changed direction splashing his own piss on his shoes. An older priest and a young soldier slipped through the fields and into the trees and Thaelen tilted his head as he watched the priest lean his back against the tree, and clutch the One God’s medallion around his neck whilst he rested the other hand in the hair of the young man who knelt before him. What appeared to be an act of taking prayer before battle, changed tone as the young man freed the priests’ c-ck from his trousers and began to suck upon it, his cheeks hollowing as he bobbed his head. The priest continued to m

He spread his arms, his voice deep: “From blood and darkness, I create a new order. The Crimson Pact is no longer just the Blood Emperor and the legacy of the one who sacrificed for this world!” At his feet, hundreds of half-blood beings, once human, now infected with blood, knelt. The chants rose in unison: “For blood! For Evelyn Cross!” Meanwhile, in the wasteland outside Valenfort, Callen Graves, the former Bishop of the Order, who was thought to be dead, was still alive. Half of his body was burned, he held a scorched bible and a test tube containing a drop of pale red blood. He looked towards the red light in the center of the city, laughing hoarsely: