Priest Youngblood Novels & Stories

"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."

"She is mine! The debt of the Valerius blood is paid in the Tenth! She belongs to the Mirror now!" The Priest didn't stop. He was a tall, gaunt man with eyes like polished flint and a scar that ran from his temple to his jaw. He didn't look at me with pity. He didn't see a woman in love or a victim of a curse. He looked at me like a house that was already on fire—something to be demolished before the flames could spread to the rest of the village. "There is no debt left, Julian Valerius," the Priest said, his voice echoing with a supernatural power that made the very stones of the catacombs vibrate. "There is only rot. And I have come to prune the branch before the whole tree withers."

Kaspian clapped his hands and said. “Oh?” the priest lifted his brows in surprise. Those words were not simple. The boy wasn’t here merely to have his awakening; he was here to judge his worth! “Those old fools! Why would they bring such a young child into their schemes?!” the priest cursed underneath his breath. His voice was so soft that Kaspian, who was a Beastman was not able to hear him even though he was standing right next to him. “I understand,” the priest sighed tiredly and placed his hand on Kaspian’s head.

grabbed the priest's wrist and pulled him behind him. "I haven't had a well-tended fight for a long time!" Together they ran through the corridors, which were slowly filling up. Little by little the monks woke up and were only inspired by one thought: They wanted Godric! Laughing, Louis ran through the corridors with him, knocking aside anyone who stood in his way. On the way he heard a scream. "Fast! Godric shouted and their way led them to the prayer hall. There sat a young monk, not even twenty, in torn clothes, surrounded by the others. He hugged his tattered robe fearfully. Apparently this was not possessed and the perverted Pulp wanted to attack him. “Not like that!” Godric shouted an

These young priests were trained fighters, and Kiran’s provocation made them ruthless. “Get lost!” Kiran shouted, releasing his internal energy. Crash! The brooms shattered into countless pieces, and the young priests were thrown back, landing on the ground with painful cries. Kiran approached the first priest who had spoken, asking, “Where is Caleb?” “Who are you?” the young priest asked angrily, still reluctant to answer. Kiran raised his hand and struck the building beside him. Boom! The building's corner collapsed as if hit by a bulldozer.

"The new Chief Priest told our forefathers the only way to drive the river out of the community. One person needs to give up on the corpse of his or her loved one and deliver it to the Chief Priest. The corpse would be kept on the surface of the Earth for one full moon. No one agreed to deliver the corpse of his or her loved ones. A sick man submitted himself while he was alive. He told the Chief to use his body and do whatever he wanted to do when he died. After some seasons, the old man died. His remains were taken to the Chief Priest. It was kept on a wooden stretcher for one full moon. The Chief Priest appointed men who would throw the decayed corpse into the beautiful water.

“They’re desperate though. Six month contract. One-twenty total if you can stick it out but I bet anyone can make it that far.” Renee whistles low. “Damn.” “Yeah. But I wouldn’t do it for double. That family’s cursed.” The name sits in my chest like a stone. Petrova. “Wait.” Beth’s voice drops. “Isn’t that the family from that accident? A few years ago?” “Yeah. The daughter died. God. Lily… she was only fourteen. Brother was driving. Kai Petrova. Car got hit and she died at the scene. He’s in a wheelchair now.”

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

Everything inside me ordered me to strangle him until there was no breath of life left inside him. — Whether you like it or not, you are my son, blood of my blood, that will never change. — It's really a shame it can't be changed. I'd kill myself if it ripped your filthy blood from my veins. He watched me for a moment of silence, his eyes looking painfully tired, his posture connoting fragility and a humility that was certainly theatrical, as well as that air of a pitiful little thing he tried to convey. There was nothing pitiful about that damned guy. He was all evil and perversity, characteristics that I certainly inherited in my genes.

Asha let out a weak, “please.” Young’s eyes snapped back to her body with Blood’s bloodlust coating his eyes in a very particular type of glazed over look. It hadn’t exactly been that swirl they held before, more of a film. It was a lot less scary to Asha this time and did far more to heighten her libido. “That’s right, beg.” The coarseness of Blood’s voice oozed from Young’s lips. It was proving more and more difficult for Young to be able to hold him back but he refused to stop now. It’d taken too long and too much sacrifice for him to.