Rid Me Of This Troublesome Priest Novels & Stories

He got what he deserved, and that was all that mattered. After five minutes, the priest arrived wearing a white outfit as he held on to the white staff. Everything on him was white, including his hair and the rings on his nose and ears. It was so unsettling. "Greetings to the next Alphas of the Blood Moon Pack," he whispered. I nodded once. "Greetings, priest,’ I mumbled simply. He sat down on the black tiled carpet in the middle of Raven and me. I couldn’t believe the way that he seemed so collected despite losing an Alpha. Maybe, like me, he knew that father was a fucking monster and didn’t deserve one ounce of sympathy.

After the call ended, the phone slipped from my hand. The nurse hurriedly put the oxygen back on, but everything went hazy. I looked over at Rory, who was holding my hand tightly and struggling to hold back tears. I forced a smile and said, "Rory, I wish I could see tomorrow's sunrise, and I really wanted to get another call from him. I..." But I knew it would never happen. Then, I felt my body grow light. My soul had left my body and floated up to the ceiling. I watched as Rory cried out while clutching my skeletal frame, "Don't go, Amelie! Don't go... I still have so much to say to you… I—"

He looks disgusted at me and I wondered why, was he also forced to get married like me? I was lost in thoughts during the whole readings of the priest only to be brought back by the question I dreaded today but I have no choice but to answer. " Pst..." I heard the groom calling out to me and I raised my head to look at him. The whole church seemed silent and I wonder why, I looked around to see everyone staring at me curiously. " Miss Rhea Madriguez, would you take Mr Emiliano Rodriguez as your lawfully wedded husband, in wealth and in poor, in sickness and in good health, till death do you part?" The priest repeated the question and I took a sharp intake of breath.

‘Calm down and explain from the beginning,’ Zin snapped. ‘Fuck you,’ still, I inhaled and exhaled with my eyes closed. I opened my eyes and told them everything, from the beginning of the cave. I intentionally left out how we got to the cave. Their faces were serious when I finished but Drix looked calm. I knew he wasn't concerned about the curse but more about how it felt like I died again. He was calm because, in front of others, he must be an alpha. I was in serious trouble. "I'm sorry to disturb you and sound insensitive but please, it's time she leaves," the priest said, a nasty scowl on his face. Drix growled and snarled at him, making him flinch and jump back, his body beginning to tr

She swayed, drunk on them, on him, on everything she had become. The Priest pressed a kiss to the knot on her clit, then to each rope bound breast. “Tomorrow,” he whispered against her lips, “you take the final sacrament. And you never leave.” Mira’s answer was a broken, eager moan.

“The mate bond won’t break. Five times I’ve tried, and it only snaps back.” The priest’s gaze flicked between us, something dark stirring in his eyes. “Then tonight,” he said, “under the full moon, I will sever it myself.” Johan exhaled hard, shoulders sagging as though freed. Me? I felt nothing. No relief. No escape. Only dread curling in my stomach. If the bond wouldn’t die on its own, then the priest would kill it for us. The priest wasted no time. He laid out bowls, herbs, something black and foul-smelling that burned my nose.

The priest’s words made me shiver. I wasn’t fully aware of this part of the tradition, though I had read about it in the books I had snuck from Becky’s room. Still, nothing prepared me for the thought of sealing my fate with Marvin. Someone who had hated me from the first moment we met in the forest. “Now, may the first set proceed,” the priest’s voice blared into my thoughts. I glanced up. Marvin had already moved forward. His gaze was unreadable, but I could see the struggle behind it, how hard this was for him too

My pleas were swallowed by the chanting, unheard, unwanted. Holy water hit my skin, a searing burn, and sizzled, like drops of acid. Smoke, acrid and metallic, rose from my arms, a horrifying testament to the corruption they claimed I harbored. "Possessed," the priest muttered, his eyes narrowed, filled with a righteous disgust. "She opens her legs and spreads evil."

I returned the smile before picking up a pen and signing the contract. “No.” I slid the contract back to him and added. “You are the unlucky one.” Just wait and see, Lucas Hayes. I’m about to be your biggest problem yet.