Priest Youngblood Novels & Stories

A priest shook himself free of his shocked freeze and threw himself forward with a scream, and Thaelen dropped the body, grabbed the attacking soldier by the wrist, and used the soldier’s weapon to impale the priest as he crushed the soldier’s chest, dropping them both to the floor. “Who am?” He grinned at the head priest who had backed up against the solid wood table upon which they had been raping the young woman, gripping the edge with white knuckled hands. “Thaelen Gulgane, former king of Concordia, vampire, and your death.” He made quick work of the remaining priests and soldiers, before pausing, panting, amongst the chaos of blood and bodies, and looking to where the young woman sat on

Orphanage Home: 213 Lukward Street, Los Angeles. She was shocked and didn’t put it into consideration until she saw another familiar writing on the paper. The old priest stated: “Fred and I. May the Heavenly Father forgive us.” Her eyes widened, confusion hit her hard. “Why would the old priest demand forgiveness from the Lord for him and Fred”? “What’s going on?” she gasped. The room became thick, each walls held secrets of decades. Tension grew. As Secrets are about to be unveiled.

Armando claps his hands enthusiastically, gracing us with an almost genuine smile. Bram and Noud, his altar boys, walk up the dais carrying all the ceremonial relics. Their skittish eyes dart over the small crowd. A shiver drags its sharp talons through my spine. The boys are maybe fifteen years old and always by his side. I think they are the seventeenth pair of boys he has worked himself through in the time he is High Priest, which is a ridiculously high number, even for a vampire.

Body: "Fresh, Yummy Blood!" Heart: "Don't! You may not be able to stop yourself." Body: "You don't get a chance that easy to quench with young raw blood." Heart: "If anything happens to her again, you can't forgive yourself. Remember that you took her to the door of heaven." Body: "This time, you aren't forcing her; she is giving to you by herself." Heart: "Oli will bring an animal, control yourself!" Body: "Yuck!! Just lick your lips, then you will know what you have missed for these few days."

Blade stands up and says, “I’ll see if there’s anything else I can discover with her.” I murmur, “Thank you.” He walks out of the office and I groan as the door shuts behind him. I need to speak to our father over this new addition and I’m not sure how well that will go over. Our father, Julian Ambrose, is very… old school. He worked hard in keeping our blood line pure to guarantee the best and most powerful vampires. He thinks that’s the way everyone should do. He’s not going to be happy about a half-blood staying here. Especially because I think she has potential. I think he’ll find it threatening that someone else can be so powerful.

“I was her brother. The last of the original bloodbound. I watched her fall, and I’ve watched you rise.” John’s hand drifted toward the dagger at his waist, but the priest shook his head. “There is no blade that can stop what’s coming, not unless you first look beneath your skin.” Before Sarah could speak, the priest took a single step forward and placed his palm against her chest just over her heart. The talisman she carried flared violently in response. Images raced through her mind in flashes, Seraphina in white robes, a burning altar; a newborn with eyes glowing red, a beast trapped beneath a temple sealed in blood.

A reasonable definition of truth is to unfold secret's. But what lies are there to be told? “An 18 -year -old girl has been missing since last month and now the police have found her body. Sadly, they found her dead. They could not explain the reason for her case and are still in the process of investigation. What was surprising was that there was not even a trace of the stabbing nor shooting on the girl's body that could have caused her death. Instead, they found traces of a bite on the side of her neck. It's sounded like there are really a vampire and people believe that it might be true—” I rolled my both eye's after I turn off the TV.

"Who did this? Who is daring enough to kill my King! Knights of Alvarez, find the murderer and bring him to me!" Luci, the chosen Priest smiled. His smile was full of happiness and joy, it's as if he succeeded on something. Something that he was waiting for a very long time, something that he always wanted to achieve. The priest was smiling evilly. "It was me your majesty, the chosen priest, the one who recently inherited the Power of Light. It was me, I am the murderer!"

I felt like he had given up on me and I felt my body getting dizzy and almost fell but felt arms rise around me looking around I saw Laura, Sophia, Caroline, Clara, and even Margo begin dragging me behind the flower screen. “Quickly, we need to heal her hand as if she is losing too much blood before she turns or it could be too much for her!” Laura exclaimed and I felt myself lay back on the stage helpless to anything else as I felt my temperature rise and my wolf blinding me with the color of red. I could still hear the commotion that the High Priestess was making as if it was in the distance or a television on in another room. “All of you leave, you are not welcome here.” She screamed at t

About a hundred years ago, people in the land lived in peace and harmony. There are people with superhuman abilities and they call them Badbloods. They can harness the power of nature, they can make the plants grow in their will, some can transform into an animal, and some can see the future. Powers that no one knows where it come from as it wasn't hereditary. It was like a gift given to random people. Inkurs are the most powerful Badbloods. They are very rare for they draw their power from the Ether or the Abyss, the realms of heaven and hell.