The Red Priest Novels & Stories

The priest realized that his approach must be compassionate yet unwavering—a delicate dance between empathy and accountability. The weight of responsibility hung heavily on the priest's shoulders as he planned his meeting with Ronin. He understood that this encounter would be a pivotal moment, one that had the potential to change the course of Ronin's life and bring an end to the Masons' reign of terror. The priest resolved to approach Ronin not as an adversary, but as a voice of reason, hoping to ignite a flicker of self-reflection within him.

, father Cyprian said to the congregation after the distribution of the Holy Communion. “ Both now and forever”, everyone responded, smiling. “ I wouldn't like to waste much of our time so I'll go straight to hitting the hammer right on the nail”, he said as little murmurs arose from the congregation. Nuel was sitting at the sedelia in all his glory, watching everything that was unfolding. But then, who even said that he was Nuel? I mean, people do have doppelgangers. This new priest must probably be Nuel's doppelganger, not Nuel. Yes, that made more sense.

I grew up here, it’s my home, and I feel safest when I’m here. I’m out of breath and ready to collapse by the time the priest reappears wearing the green and gold vestments. His beautiful honey-brown hair shimmers in the golden roof lights, which only enhances his otherworldly appearance. The priest simply ignores me. He turns his back to me and kneels in front of the cross to say his prayers. I stare at his broad back, my mouth dryer than sandpaper. An image of large, rough hands ripping my church dress off flashes through my head and I go a little weak in the knees.

"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."

"Bararaq kei mein ka, ciet te tra vouz --" "Tis a conspiracy Zorns. Let not our hearts be soiled by their lies and deceit!" A priest from the sect, queuing in the crowd, cried, thus temporarily halting Marken's spell. Marken silently watched him tear away from the crowd, and walked towards the podium he occupied. A dull red robe laced with mud and dirt at the end licking the ground, swallowed him whole. Thick green vines of veins stemmed on his thin arms, which one from his incessant gesticulating was partly hidden within the sleeves, while the other arm was waving in air a crucifix.

She rolls her eyes, letting me see the inside of her black sockets. “No, but it is true that you are not the most patient person. Imagine this, he is celibate, has been for the longest time, and then comes you, who doesn’t know the meaning of being celibate. He definitely wants you, but all he has known for the last few years is celibacy, he is unsure how to navigate these waters, does not want to betray his faith too, because what is a priest without his faith?” I blink with renewed understanding, “I was going too fast.” I whisper.

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

In excuse that she had not stumbled into the convent for no apperent reason, she decided that she was here because she wanted to see the father benerd. Charles Roach did not go into father bernerds room with her, and brother mark remained at the door. "D-did you know that the n-nuns were the first argueble feminist, mrs m-moorman? "Said the priest, he was atop his bed. Would never be able to get up without his wheel chair, they knew. Not after the accident. What she found to be quite shocking however, was the priest stating what mr Roach had actually said in her delusion. She was sick to the stomach because the man looked so ill."everyone will get their time doctor. "He was saying, but she w

he concluded. "Please, Bishop. Please. I swear, it wasn't like that" Thom Redd pleaded, clasping his hands. Bishop scoffed. "The Pope made a mistake once. A mistake that I will never repeat. Be sure not to repeat yours in your next life" he said and raised his pistol to Thom Redd's head. Without another word, he pulled the trigger. Bang! The bullet wheezed into the target's head and shot out of the back. Thom Redd landed with a thud, collapsing lifelessly to the ground. His eyes still held the pleading gaze in them, regret lacing their every inch.

Against them; the devils of the underworld. "What about the men at all the openings?" Vincenzo asked his brother in a hushed tone. "Dead," Dante smirked. Being an assassin, he was very quick at getting his things done and dusted. It was almost impossible for anyone to even spot him when he was on his missions. He had taken down all the men at any openings he found, as planned by Vincenzo. And, of course, for that, he didn't even have to put in much effort. His quick stealthy moves and his blades were enough to take down a big crowd without them having to witness anything. This is how fast he was in his job.