The Red Priest Novels & Stories

His grip on my hand tightened as he helped me up the steps to stand before the priest, his movements gentle, making sure my dress draped perfectly around me. He adjusted the train with surprising gentleness, then straightened and caught the priest's eye. The priest was younger than I'd expected, maybe in his early fifties, with slightly grey hair at his temples. He didn't look old, exactly, but there was a hardness to him that spoke of a life lived outside normal church walls. He was dressed in traditional robes, but I could see the edge of a tattoo peeking out from beneath his collar. "Try not to put her to sleep, Father," Dante said, his tone dry. "Keep it short, or I might skip to the goo

They rushed toward the puddle and jumped into it. However, they soon howled in agony as their skin and bones melted and became part of that very blood puddle. The blood puddle increased in size quickly, gradually growing into a blood pool. Constantine had also arrived in Seechertown. He stood in the city and frowned, mumbling to himself, "He's hidden?" He walked slowly to a church, then found the priest and showed his identification. Constantine was the Red Archbishop. It was a position of much higher rank than that of a regular priest.

My fingers twitched with the sudden, violent urge to reach out and see if his skin was as cold as his gaze. "You’re late," I whispered as he stepped onto the dais beside me. "I had to wash the smell of your basement off me," Julian replied, his voice a razor-thin blade. "Though I doubt this house will ever be truly clean." The priest, a man who had been on the Moretti payroll for twenty years, didn't bother with the traditional homily about love. He knew the stakes. He hurried through the Latin, his voice trembling as he reached the final vows.

Hearing the unlocking of the door, Sara -properly dressed this time- stood up from her chair and headed toward the door to take her breakfast. opening the door, she was met with Patrick's friendly face, the mid aged priest in the long hooded grey robe wasn't one of the twelve high priests that formed the holy council, but still had quite the reputability due to his amiable character and friendly behavior, even towards her. he didn't act as repulsive and disturbed by her presence like the other priests, but rather polite and patient all while keeping his distance.

“For the desires that were left behind And the ties that were never tied, For the good that was thrown in well And the sadness that was wept, He shall come back to mend what was broken, To redeem the betrayal that was hung heavily in the air, To bow in front of breaths that died seeking his affection. A time will arrive when the devil will redeem for the sins he committed with passion. Because sometimes, one life isn’t enough for redemption.” The witch announced, and the deadly silence evaporated with the hope of a new sunrise.

" You know what it is?" I just looked at his dazzling eyes, I don't know what it was for. " What's with red strings?" He tied it first to his pinky fingers after he tied it to himself, he got mine and he started to tie it. " It is the Red​ String of Fate, if we die soon. You and I will meet again in our next life" He beamed a smile and I just got teary eyed. After Articus kissed me, someone's force opened the door. We heard a crash downstairs and I started to tighten my hug to Articus. We tried to don't make any noise but we heard the footsteps it's going upstairs.

Media is also there for a live coverage asking questions with CEO's of different companies and business delegates and add agencies. I don't know anyone here, it seems like I'm lost in this artificial world. There is a woman who is wearing red hot dress, revealing almost everything, I can't see her face clearly cause a tall man is blocking her face. So I went more nearer to her, she is none other than rosy, and the tall man is Mr. Alexander Hamilton. They both looked at me at the same time, I did not move to anywhere, I just stand there looking at them.

“Long before you came, there was a messenger of the heavens that arrived. He spoke about the terrible war that would befall this territory. For generations, the Baron’s family focused on their military might in preparation for the war. Unfortunately, our young master doesn’t believe in the words of the prophet. He opted to study instead and even brought back religion. Thankfully, the priest that the young master brought with him is an excellent healer. That priest is the only reason why our soldiers are wounded but not dead. However, there is only one priest holding out on an army of goblins. The shamans have more tricks up their sleeves than the priest with his divine power.” Healing Venedi

“From what I know, though, the man is the devil, and he corrupts the priest, makes him kill people on the altar, fuck him in the blood. Real deep shit.” My hand tightens on the wheel. “I want to read,” Serena shouts, climbing into the back and knocking me. “Are you two for real right now?” I glare at them. “A priest and a devil, fucking in blood on an altar?” Rich grins and nods. He’s delusional. Utterly lost it. “You’re not serious, are you?” I ask, my grip on the wheel tightening. “You’re telling me that’s what you’re reading? That’s what’s keeping you occupied back there?”