The Red Priest Novels & Stories

DANTE Silently, I eased the door open and peered into the room, spotting one of Orlando's men meticulously arranging the space. It appeared he had been reduced to a servant, a mere houseboy in Orlando's empire. Taking aim at his heart, I squeezed the trigger, the sound of the gunshot punctuating the air. The man crumpled onto the bed, his lifeblood staining the pristine white sheets. One adversary eliminated, leaving six more to confront. Stepping further into the room, Matteo, Tom, and John followed closely behind me, ready for the imminent confrontation. With a subtle nod from me, they dispersed, each armed with the determination to eradicate those despicable men.

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

Another man in robes says to the older priest His glare settles on me “Who will be responsible for the damage the whore dealt the church?” The older priest only purses his lips, and it occurs to me that I just damaged the biggest church of Greten’s capital. Zen’s hold on my hand tightens marginally, snapping me from my thoughts. Now his jaw sets. The younger priest flinches when Zen turns to him. “Be very careful with what you say, preacher,” His voice takes a low, icy timbre “She is not a harlot.” “Guide them to a room, Fredrik,” The older priest says, a tad too fast

Although red roses are good for funerals, in my case they wouldn't since it's a joyful color. "We thank you here Father as you let this man go to peace," said the priest and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. There shall be no peace for him but only fire for all the wickedness he has done. Suddenly they started singing which made me feel sick and I couldn't help but put out a gun and rest it on the priest's head. Everyone including Leornado looked at me in shock. "Cut the crap and put this man where he truly belongs" I yelled angrily.

“Sneaking.” “More like blending with the shadows. I read something interesting yesterday; do you want to hear it?” he nodded, expecting. Fredden lounged on the sofa, his arms on the backrest casually resting there. “We talked about the world shadows, right? The thing you said about the world has a shadow… I know you were joking but you hit the nail on the head. There was someone who wrote a big book about his theory and it was a priest. Do you remember that priest who got executed for trying to save the redcursed? I got a book from him from the black market. It stated that the world indeed has a shadow. The difference between both sides is that the roles are reversed. The shadows walked with

Steler asked. "Give the battered woman in front of you the right treatment." Said Red. Fly laughed. "As you said, she's a ground blow. Why treat ground blows correctly?" Fly asked, I was silent because I saw Fly's true nature now. "You, why did you come back after the shocking game two years ago?" Red asked with a raised eyebrow that made Fly's smile fade. "You're a freshman priest who's pure horse." Fly said so Red laughed. "You're a cute snake priest who still knows very well." Red said so Fly and I were annoyed.

said Count Clodis with a smug grin " I know that you want to protect Lady Chelsea but now the saintess has the backing of the church , you can no longer protect the murderer!" " I see " said Rogue coldly then he turned at the air beside him to look at the thin air beside him " Your holiness do you agree with this ?" The air shimmered and a man in white and blue robes and appeared " This is the first time , I have seen such a magic, if it was this easy to catch a culprit , what's the need for evidences ?" " You- your holiness you - you are back ?" when the high priest appeared out of nowhere , Priest Rudolf was so scared that his legs turned limp

CHAPTER 116 “Damon,” Scarlet hissed. The priest stepped into the clearing, his long robe fluttering in the wind. He didn’t speak, his eyes were pits of emptiness beneath the veil, and yet, he somehow radiated amusement. “You’ve run long enough, little witch,” he said, his voice low and echoing, “Did you think you could protect her forever, hide forever?” Richard stepped forward, his body partially shifting. “Don’t you dare come any closer.”

the priest starts, and I have to school my features and keep a slight smile on my face at his words. I can't help but wonder if the priest knows the truth about our union. If he knows that neither of us is in love or wants to be here. "On this beautiful day..." The priest continues, but before he can even finish his sentence, he falls backward, and a red stain starts to spread across the middle of his chest. "What?" I manage to ask before screams start going off all around me. I snap my head to the crowd and see other people dropping to the ground. I see a few men pulling their guns out, and it's in that moment that my mind finally registers what's going on.