Priest Youngblood Novels & Stories

I just can’t stand the thought that she let that asshole touch her. The day is a bit dark and dreary due to the rain. Thankfully, it doesn’t take me long to get to Priest’s garage. Priest is a former Confradia Assassin who suffered an accident during a routine mission a few years ago. Unfortunately, he lost most of his eyesight, and due to his disability, he was forced to semi-retire. It wasn’t until a year ago the Confradia offered him the opportunity to regain his eyesight. The Confradia scientists came up with an experimental military procedure that would repair the damage in his eyes. Priest agreed, went under the knife, and the surgery was successful. According to Hunter, he now has cyb

" Who is the culprit then? Try to use your power. Here is the blood!" Elijah puts the handkerchief which has the sample of the blood on the tower. The royal priest looks at the blood and frowns. He places the towel and touches the blood. His eyes close with his lips slightly moving. Soon, he spells something inaudible constantly and keeps touching the handkerchief. Elijah watches the priest doing his job. He has been trusted and his all foresees came true. Even his daughter being here with the strongest Vampire. However, lately he has been unable to give him any information about the future.

Sean stands up first, and I follow suit as we walk towards the priest, standing in the position we previously were in front of the altar. He gestures for us to kneel, and we do so, my heart beating quickly, unsure about what he's about to do. Just then, a young boy that looks to be in his late teens wearing a robe comes from the corner of the altar with a bowl in his hand and hands it over to the priest, standing behind him afterward.

Her blood was like a liquid fire… Just a drop of the virgin’s blood on the stone of Amethyst could bring back the greatest evil of all. The one that provoked horror and terror to man’s heart. The one that enslaved those who were weak and those who are robust, yet not strong enough to withstand it. She could only stare with her eyes widened in fear and horror as the five men in red cloaks and hoods circled a sealed crypt with a weird symbol on the top, murmuring and chanting words she had never heard before and they weren’t even witches!

In that moment, he knew that he was already too late. Samael turned on him, on his hand was the priest, his lifeless body dangling in the air. The priest’s eyes were open but they were pitch black, veins with the same color made lines under his pale skin, and his mouth slightly open with blood dripping on both sides. “No…” Lucas whispered, a scorching heat started to crawl up in his body. “No!” Lucas’ eyes turned blood, his teeth clenching as he feels an immense power wanting to come out from his body.

There are no soul in scavenge to asked for hopes and miracles, except for the company of Father Yue, a priest and some nun. The mass come to its end early in the morning at 10, and the priest assigned had lead it. He is a man on his late 20’s who had just graduated from the mercenary. Broaden shoulders, and visage that attracts women, who’s undeniably couldn’t deny their disappointment at what track he had chosen. “He could have been a good husband and a father.”

I called. The figure ran. I walked behind, stomping my feet, and feeling a hot rage in my chest. Not fear. Don't panic. Rage. He burst onto the rooftop. Wind whipped around us. The city was spreading under, and ignorant. The sniper turned. Young. Thin. Eyes wild. "You're done," I said. He raised his weapon. I fired. He went crashing down, the rifle clattering. Trying to crawl he groaned and left a smear of blood.

I'll concentrate when we officially end our marriage later. She hisses, "Ethan!" “You are the one luring me. I take that back.” “When I kick you in the balls, you won't be tempted.” I speak more softly, "Kinky—I love it." Do I now have access to toys? "Maybe toys that will suffocate you to death." The priest clears his throat and says, "I had other types in mind. You know, the ones that make you scream for more." I signal for him to continue.

"Thanks. I’ll talk to you soon." "Good night," I say as she wraps me in a warm, motherly hug, her hand rubbing circles on my back. "Night," she replies before turning and making her way through the gathered crowd. Questions swarm in my mind—about Elder’s Blood, the attack, my family, and VuK. I stare at the fire, trying to focus on prayer. A young boy adds more wood to the flames, and I wonder if they’ll keep the fire burning until the warriors return.

"Where do you think you are going little girl?" She barely kept herself from rolling her eyes at the way he addressed her. "Out. I'm not doing you good by being in here with you." "But I am thirsty." Her eyes widened in realization. "You want to drink... from me?" "What do you think?" He pulled her close, and she looked directly at him, into his eyes. What had gone wrong with the prince? "You shouldn't be so surprised. I am a pure blooded vampire. I easily get tempted." "But you go to war. You should be used to the blood."