Reverend Insanity Novels & Stories

Step by step, I was getting closer to the man whose methods were rumored to be cold and cruel. It was said that he was ugly and temperamental. No one could ever tell what he was thinking. As for his three previous wives, they were said to have spent every day in great suffering. However, when I saw that almost mythical person, I realized how ridiculous the rumors were. Aaron Prentiss was leaning against the desk, his steel-gray shirt showing off his broad shoulders and trim waist. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his blue eyes were deep as the Atlantic. He was twirling a fountain pen in his hand, his fingers long and deft.

He has started going to the company again even though he wasn't able to focus on work much but still, to keep his mind busy he was even overworking himself. He even got severely sick last week because of continuous work and no break. His mother felt like crying seeing her son's condition. He looked messed up. He was restless and she knew he wants Catelin. Her absence had left a huge impact on his health. Now his parents finally understood. It wasn't just the treatment he needed. It was her as well. He got his sanity back but it was working properly because she was here. Near him. She is indeed His Sanity. Lucifer had to skip his company today because of being unwell. He slowly opened his tir

“These are Curse Inscriptions. Take them and practice hard. You’ll be immune to the Curse Magic here after you master it. Moreover, you’ll be able to gain tremendous strength with Curse Magic to control the powerhouses in this world.” The Southern Reverend accepted these mysterious inscriptions. He asked, “What are you trying to do after luring so many powerhouses into this strange world?” “You don’t need to know.” The dark silhouette disappeared. Immediately afterward, the black clouds also disappeared, and the powerhouses were released. The Southern Reverend walked over and looked at everyone, asking, “Is everyone alright?” “We’re fine, Southern Reverend.” “The black clouds were bizarre. I

His heartbeat is a steady drum in my ear, grounding me when my own sense of self starts to blur at the edges. “This isn’t sustainable,” Blake says quietly. “The Crown is reacting exactly the way it always has.” “By silencing,” I reply. “And that’s making it worse,” he finishes. Another tremor rolls through the land—gentler than before, almost respectful. The Reverent adjusts its focus, honing in on Midnight with patient inevitability. It isn’t angry. It isn’t hungry. It’s curious. And curiosity, I’m starting to understand, is far more dangerous.

the Reverend added after a moment of reflection. "So, it was all a warning. Then how's that? I can't get it. How would the killer execute his plans?" Reign inquired with confusion. Even I was confused as well. I have this feeling that the bible passage had nothing to do with the case at hand. "So far, I can't think of a connection of the passage to the murder that will happen. But I have to say I am fascinated with the idea. It's like the Da Vinci Code," the Reverend replied with a small smile on his face, the wrinkles around his eyes were showing.

I looked back down to resume my turn, but before I could putt, Bobby whispered, “Yeah . . . but what if there was something we could do? Or something someone could do?” Reverend McIlvian’s a healer. I stood up straight, dropped my club and waved for Bobby to stop, as if he were about to drive over a cliff. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold it. You’re not talking about Rev. McNuggett, are you? Tell me your parents didn’t sell you that hokey ‘he’s a healer,’ bit too.”

Alger read it clearly. Make haste before the full moon rises. "Do you have water for me to drink?" Alger asked as he felt uneven sweat drop from his forehead. "I have something better," the Reverend's boy replied. "Wait for me here." As Alger sat on the plush wooden chair and waited for the Reverend's boy to bring whatever he was planning on bringing, he felt a hunger for blood stir inside of him. Although the Revered had told him he could no longer see himself as the man he saw himself before, he did not find it easy to achieve as long as he still felt what he felt inside of him. As he waited, he imagined what it would be like to feel normal again, what it would be like to smell blood like

“Who knew that they were amongst the people who had fasted the violating stench cowering our homes. A church service was organized every Sunday inside the church. Reverend Ernest was the only priest in the parish, apparently the other priests had fled for their lives in the pretense of vocation outing when the civil war came to their doorstep. “Who blames the system when we are part of the subsystems” “It is only in the night that one cannot tell the difference between a black goat and night shadows”. Maybe – the people who we had expected to be role models will not lead the way but why do we have to sit still and pretend not to inhale the odious smell hovering in the air.

The old man smoothed his wisps of hair into place and walked toward the restrooms, but when he felt the Indian’s deep-set eyes following him Julian swung around. “What now?” his voice carried down the hallway. “Snakes flapping overhead? Milkmaids perched in the trees, giving birth to feathered brats? What?” The Reverend exhaled. “Not you, too. Whatever it is, deal with it please. I do not care to know, Prarsheen. Unless the nighttime stars vanish from the sky, unless hail and fire and blood come raining down, I don’t care.” The pastor moved unsteadily to the restrooms, but hesitated. “And get rid of what’s downstairs,” he said, “so that I may never lay gaze or thought upon it again.” He cont

My cries are silent until the voice in my head shatters into a million agonizing pieces. "Repeat after me: 'I am not gay. I am not sinful" The words repeat, a mantra of hate, as my mind begins to blur. My brain is tearing apart, and my body is convulsing from the agonizing bolts of electricity. Make it stop! Please! The mantra continues for what seems like an eternity before it stops. I am not sinful. ... Even though I still love Pierce The Reverend finally leaves the room, and I collapse on the bed, breathing heavily.