The Red Priest Novels & Stories

Almost hypnotised by the sight of it, a blur of black smeared the edge of my vision, and I glanced across the road to see a priest crossing in front of a gelato parlour, a tan leather satchel clutched under his arm, his heavy, dark robes swishing behind him as he walked. I gasped and pushed myself instinctively closer to Ethan, who squeezed my hand in return, barely even giving the priest a second look. 'Not all priests are agents of the Council,' he said, as we continued to walk, and I glanced furtively back over my shoulder. 'Most of them genuinely believe that what they have dedicated their lives to, is the truth. They know no better.'

I was just asking him if he's a priest and he retorted by asking me if I'm a prostitute. "I'm sorry but I'm a little bit lost here, what are you talking about?" I asked the man. "You wouldn't believe it but I just made $1000 for one client only. There's a weird priest inside that Abbey, he's willing to pay you money if you play along with his fetish. At first, I thought the priest was gay and he wants to have sex with me but then he just asked me to wear this ugly black cassock, he then cut my palm using his fucking teeth and sip my blood like he was so thirsty. I know it's fucking weird but I don't care anymore as long as I'm getting paid with it." The man told me and I don't know why but t

He stopped just a few meters away from me and that’s when i realized that this man is the same man I saw in the mall. “Hello, priestess.” His voice sent shivers all over my body. His voice is deep and cold, though I can’t see his face I can feel his smirk while straigy looking at me in the eyes. Priestess. I have no idea why he keeps on calling me priestess. What’s wrong him? ”Who are you?” He laughed. “You guess.”

Rejected her. Except it didn’t feel like rejection. It felt like defense. Like the encryption inside her wasn’t just protecting her body. It was evolving. And then came the message. ~~~~~~~~~~ NAPLES COMPOUND: PRIVATE ROOM A priest. No, not just a priest. A Cardinal. Red-robed. Eyes like pale stones. He entered flanked by Vatican emissaries, each cloaked and silent, their crucifixes glowing with discreet nanotech. Officially, it was a diplomatic call. Unofficially, it was an exorcism wrapped in inquiry.

Was this the punishment before the fire took my soul? "Natalia?" A low whisper cut through my panic as I looked up. Christian was standing in front of me. He looked exactly like he did three years ago. Younger. Dark hair perfectly combed and a sleek black tuxedo that made him look like a king. But his dead eyes were the same ones that looked down at my bleeding body on the marble floor. My stomach twisted into a knot. "Natalia," the priest repeated, his brow furrowing as he leaned forward over his Bible. He coughed into his microphone. "Do you take—“

How many times had I told myself the previous night, that she would affect me no more, but just look at me right now, looking at her, like though, she was some garnished meat. Her gaze never met mine for once, she held her red Sweden bag between her hands and it was innocently placed in front of her exposed thighs. Now, you just know what I meant when I said her drew doesn't look appropriate at all, but who was I kidding, I loved the view. ~~~~~~~~ "The Grace Of The Lord, Jesus Christ, And The Love Of God, And The Sweet Fellowship Of The Holy Spirit, Be With You All", the Priest said, as he raised his hands up in gestures, urging us to respond.

I pulled myself together and apologized over and over, the man I ran into said in a deep husky voice, “Good morning, I’m Logan McAlister.” ———————————— I was about to yell at whoever just ran into me off the elevator until I looked into those exotic green eyes, they reminded me of a storm in the Bahamas I had seen. I cleared my throat and could only get out, “Good morning, I’m Logan McAlister.” I felt like an idiot, I should have reprimanded her for not looking where she was going. “I assume you are my new assistant Miss Peters,” I said this a little too sarcastically hoping to seem irritated due to her running into me.

dangerous even. She had seen the way that priest looked at her brother. Father Khatri, a very handsome man with blonde hair and grey eyes that seemed to hold the answers to every troubled soul. She lusted after the priest a little upon setting eyes on him when she'd seen him along the market the second day they moved to this town and she'd fantasized about marrying the preacher.