Word Of Honor Novel By Priest Novels & Stories

“You know, regarding the orphanage I was surprised to you chose me. Afterall, we barely even know each other well enough for you to blatantly put it out there that you see me as an honorable official...as someone you'd trust. Why?," "Your reputation, your grace,"I tilted my head. "That was why I chose you. You're known for your honesty and faith. And last I checked, priests usually encourage acts of charity.” “Do not misunderstand me, Princess. I for one, encourage acts like that,” he said, eyes glinting faintly under the chandelier, “ but I was just startled you didn’t ask for redemption. You asked for something lasting. That’s not common among the powerful.” I wasn’t sure if that was prais

Thaddeus Michaels" Davidson read it once. Then again. The words did not simply hit; they hammered themselves home within him, hooking into the deepest, most open areas of his soul. Moral indignation. Filth. Exploiting the vulnerability of a dying man. Fornication and lying. This was not Victor's business intrigue or Melissa's private revenge. This was something different. This was his religion, the moral machinery that previously had dominated his whole life, turning on him with the fury of a rejected deity. Reverend Michaels hadn't just damned him; he'd excommunicated him in terms of public square blasphemy, calling down words of damnation eternal. Faith, which had been his anchor, had been

“But when I came here, I stumbled on something even better. It seems the holy priest isn’t so holy after all.” My heart stopped. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “It turns out the righteous man of God is in a relationship with a murderer.” My breath hitched. My chest felt tight, like the air had suddenly turned poisonous, preventing me from breathing it in. “Wh—what are you talking about?” I stammered, trying to sound clueless, but the smirk on his face told me that he wasn’t fooled.

Honor him not with your weapons, but with your loyalty to what he believed: loyalty, respect, fraternity. These words hit hard. Even I, accustomed to seeing men fall, felt my throat tighten. Even though I was tough, formed in the shadow of this world, a heavy weight was crushing my chest. Santino… we would never see him again. When the priest's voice died away, the silence resumed, even more terrible than the rain. Everyone remained motionless, staring at the coffin. Elias took a step forward. Slowly, he removed his glasses, revealing red but dry eyes. His face remained closed, but his lips barely trembled.

But today he paid the blacksmith less, not for the man's services, but more to disperse the weight of the man's fear as well as his guilt. "Never lie to a priest, for Truth is likely to take offense in his stead" The Scriptures of Truth Chapter 12: 3-4. Some men lived by it, others died by it. Valerik was none. He always thought people took the scriptures too seriously. Books written by men were nothing more than books, no matter under whose instruction they penned it. But in truth, him and the verse did have something in common: they didn't like lies.

“The Rouges were outnumbered and they knew it. The only shot they had was to attack the council head on, if they were to have any hope for a future. The plan was half-cocked and ignorant, with loose knowledge and misplaced bravery. Our fearless leader, Hanon, wanted it to end. he was younger then and stocked full of pride. The battle was over before it began. Our people split in all directions, hoping to salvage whatever was left of the rebellion. Hanon was no different. He found refuge in the small town of Mystic, hoping to lie low until the search for stragglers died down, but he was badly injured. He came here, to this very place, where he would have taken his final breaths. Then she appe

The priest didn’t look like he would ever let me go. I stared at the man in front of me, rather young and good looking. I guess he would bust me out of here in secret…“But I don’t have anything…” “Well, how disappointing.” He clicked his tongue and sighed, “I won’t be coming to your punishment.” He began to walk away when I got a surge of confidence. “Do you not fear God?” I exclaimed, my voice full of desperation, “You’re going to kill an innocent person!” He stopped and smirked, “There’s no greater god than wealth and gold.” He didn’t look back at me though, “That’s how it always is.” He spared me a brief glance, “That’s just how life is.”

Unfortunately for him, the Confradia has decided that it is time to end his existence. That’s why I’m here. I’ve come to show Mr. Treadwell the error of his ways before he meets his maker. I’m called Priest, which is ironic because I’m done with sick bastards like him when they all pray for a final absolution. I’d like to think that the old bible adage, an eye for an eye, is an adequate form of punishment. And that’s what Mr. Treadwell is receiving tonight.

I felt very naked. Not actually for the fact that I had felt like a hypocrite while saying the homily, but because Collins was there, listening to me preach what I never practiced. But all the same, I couldn't help it. Just because I was involved in perpetual sin didn't mean that I shouldn't condemn it, it didn't mean that I should come up to the congregation and tell them that having premarital sex was good, that a priest fucking an altar boy was good. No, it never meant any of that, but I still felt naked because I knew that I would probably be sounding so stupid to Collins. Hearing me preach those words after hearing me moan in sexual pleasure multiple times would definitely be something

“I-I swear I didn’t mean any harm. I was just looking out for her. no one can live on medicines all their lives.” “Well, now you see how that worked out for you.” “I’m sorry.” Hayley apologized. The priest wore a smirk on his face and turned to face her. “Now you see why we need each other?” he whispered. “You have secrets, I have secrets and we can’t let each other down. So you watch my back and I watch yours.”