Priest cerita

Evie Hart is a law student who is for better words broke. Her luck changes when she almost get run over by car. And because life has a sense of humor. The person who almost run her over is handsome but he has a massive flaw. He's a priest. Sebastian has no fun bone in his body but there's something about Evie that makes him smile.

Ryazan, one of the grandest cities in all Rus', lays along the war path of thousands of Tatar warriors eager to seize the spoils of a short-fought campaign: the women of the city and gold from its treasury. Having set up camp on the riverbank outside the city, they await a reply from the envoys of Grand Prince Yuriy. As the Grand Prince deliberates, his brothers both caution and counsel him. If Ryazan falls, the rest of Rus' may be next ─ an outcome his people grow ever more wary of, turning to priests and heretics alike as rumor and fear run rampant inside the city walls. Finally left untended, the Polovtsian princess Yanay, conquered once before, now belonging to one of the Grand Prince's brothers, quietly observes these developments. She prays to her old gods when she can and aligns herself with a young Tatar captive, all the while secretly seeking her freedom and revenge. ──────── ☽ ◯ ☾ ──────── A retelling of the Siege of Ryazan complete with rageful women and warrior princes; gods both kind and cunning; and sin aplenty. Copyright © 2026 Elle Chaika Open Novella Contest 2026 | Prompt No. 45 »Kings have honor, soldiers are brave, poets have heart, and all I have is rage!«

Taehyung dreams of becoming a model-nothing more, nothing less. He arrives in Seoul, ready to chase his ambition, only to uncover a hidden past shrouded in mystery... one the world knows nothing about. ____________ ‎A black stain seeped across the floor, creeping toward the bed. Wisps of shadow coiled around Taehyung's limbs, lifting him-slowly, gently-until he hovered above the mattress. ‎ ‎Then- _____ Taehyung's fingers trembled as he pulled the worn-out file from the bag. The brittle pages whispered secrets as he unfolded them-a sprawling family tree, stretching from 1890 to 1983, the name Jeon etched in faded ink. Jeon Jungkook. The last entry. _____________ Angelina. She lay there, too still, too pale, dressed in white like the angel he had always called her. But her lips were colorless. Her chest did not rise. Her hands, once so warm when they cupped his face, now lay stiff and cold over her stomach-their child's grave still hidden beneath the fabric. A sound tore from him-raw, guttural, inhuman. It didn't even sound like a scream. It was the noise of a soul being shredded apart. "NO-NO, NO, NO-" Jungkook hands shook as he grabbed her, pulling her half out of the coffin, his arms locking around her as if his embrace alone could seep life back into her veins. He pressed his forehead to hers, sobbing so violently his entire body convulsed. "Angelina, baby, please-" His voice was a broken whisper, lips trembling against her skin. *"Open your eyes, please, I'm here now, I'm here-"* But she didn't move. His breath hitched, a sharp, shattered gasp. Then-

"Ishq mubarak Chanda" he said, cupping her face in his shaking hands ______________ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤-𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞? One moment, she was just another reader, lost in the world of a fantasy novel. The next, she was living it. But not as the heroine-not as the warrior fated to save the world. No, she was reborn as her, the villainess, the cursed soul doomed to be nothing more than an obstacle in someone else's happily ever after. She knows this story. She's read it before. And she remembers exactly how it ends. A blade through her heart. Blood staining the cold stone floors. Death at the hands of the man she is destined to marry. But she refuses to let that be her ending. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞. But changing fate is no simple task. In this world, magic is alive, coursing through the air like an untamed storm. The elements bow to the strong, demons lurk in the shadows. She must tread carefully, for every step she takes to defy the story could unravel something far darker than she ever imagined. And then, there is him-the man written as her executioner. A prince as ruthless as he is mesmerizing, whose fate is bound to hers in a way she cannot escape. He is the sword at her throat, the storm on the horizon, and perhaps...the only one who can destroy the destiny that chains them both. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲?

Hidden Fangs is the kind of town where girls disappear. The kind of town with whispers about vampires, werewolves, and a cursed river that never gives back what it takes. Amanda should have died when she was thrown into that river. Instead, she wakes in a hidden sanctuary of priestesses who tell her the truth: She was meant to be a sacrifice. For centuries, the town has traded one girl a year to the Night Realm to keep the monsters away. But Amanda survived. And now the King of the Night himself has come to collect what the town owes. The problem? He's far more interested in Amanda than he should be. Nothing is more dangerous than catching the attention of a king who has ruled the darkness for centuries.

He was never supposed to touch her. Father Julian Deveraux has built his life on discipline, devotion, and silence. A man of God. A keeper of vows. A priest who has never once questioned his calling. ​Until her. Elena Vance doesn't believe in fear-or boundaries. Not when she sees the way his hands tremble behind the confessional screen. Not when his voice turns rough every time he says her name. What begins as a reckless confession becomes a dangerous obsession. Midnight meetings. Silk against cassock. Prayers whispered for forgiveness... and for more. But temptation inside a church is not just a sin. It's ruin. And when desire and devotion collide, someone will have to burn. The only question is- Will it be her soul? Or his salvation?

Eight ministry friends. One parish. One divine miracle. Eight diverse, chaotic, and wholesome close friends had long been serving in the ministry under the parish of St. Vincent Ferrer in their local municipality of Azalea. Being collectors and altar servers, each individual has their own set of responsibilities while being caringly yet strictly shepherded by the parish' Head Priest --of whom more than once had his patience tested. However, underneath the immaculate cassocks and surplices and veils, each friend bore a struggle of their own. And the main one among all was their faith --the question and quiet urge to doubt the Real Presence in the Eucharist. Amidst their silent battles and weaknesses, as well as moments where their friendship is tested, one late morning after an ordinary Mass, an unexpected event begins to unfold --one of which none of them can easily grasp nor explain. And that, the friends are left with only two possible questions: was it another scientific reaction between components as what others have been telling them? Or was it a whole prodigy --a divine reminder that there was more to a simple bread than just its appearance?

Random short stories with Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan as the main characters. It's a continuation of my first fanfic: "The Little Things," but you don't need to read it to enjoy these stories. Basically, Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei are alive, and they live together, and things happen. I blame my imagination, which doesn't want to stop. Some angst, hurt/comfort, but mostly fluff, when those two are being together, together😉. Updated every two or three weeks. English is not my first language, so please forgive all the mistakes. Feel free to leave comments, I often take inspiration from them.😃 Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor the original story, but those shorties are mine.

On a sweltering day in New York City, Father Jud-a priest losing faith in his purpose-has a brief but unsettling encounter with a mysterious man in black. What should have been nothing begins to haunt him, leaving behind a strange pull he can't ignore. As the feeling grows stronger, Jud is forced to question his faith, his identity, and why one fleeting moment has changed everything.

In the industrious, ever-vibrant kingdom of Valencia, settled amidst the bustle of trade and market, stood the university of Santo Domingo --home to one of the Church's prestigious orders: the Dominicans. The very place where study, preaching, contemplation, prayer, and community all shape the lives of every friar within its stone halls. However, among the immaculate habits, studious routines, and murmured prayers, three little boys --No. Three little friars (passionate, ever so chaotic, and full of wonder) are always on for an adventure in seeking truth and purpose. Even if it's through a crate of feathers or a leftover tart. In this collection of short tales, let us explore the little world of Cosmas, Matteo, and Gilius. Where the joy and chaos are at its peak, but the faith and meaning are at its deepest.

As you learn about Steve's origin story, I'm sure you wonder about everyone else's origins, whether it be my wife, Samantha the goat, van the cow(coming soon 🤔), or even Ron the rooster. Well for now I can certainly tell you all the story of my life. So take a break from Steve and Jesus and come listen to my origin story, it is certainly a wild one! (Keep in mind this story takes place much before I meet Steve and the gang!)

(A 'Wake Up Dead Man'- Fanfiction) After her father dies following a failed brain operation due to cancer, Jia honors his final wish: to visit a small Catholic church in the quiet town of Chimney Rock, upstate New York. But the church's imposing pastor, Monsignor Wicks, is determined to keep outsiders at bay. He doesn't realize Jia isn't here for faith or leadership-she's here to fulfill her father's last request, even if she doesn't believe in God. When a shocking murder rocks the tiny parish, long-buried secrets begin to surface-and Jia soon realizes that Chimney Rock hides far more than she ever imagined.

Once upon a time, 1882 to be exact, Fr. Xavier Dynamite stood behind the altar of St. Mary's Church holding up a wafer to the sky and chanting the magical words that would transform the biscuit into the body of Christ. In the back of the church, he heard the familiar grumblings of his archenemy, who would often attend just to mock him.

A lieutenant saved at the brink of death by a talisman, must choose between saving the world or saving himself.

'do noт вe ǟʄʀǟɨɖ, ғor ι wιll coмe тo 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 & lead yoυ тo e̶t̶e̶r̶n̶a̶l̶ p̶a̶r̶a̶d̶i̶s̶e̶.' ✡︎ 𝚜𝚖𝚋𝚚 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 ✞ 𝒙𝖊𝒛𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖍 ✞ • d͟͟o͟͟ n͟͟o͟͟t͟͟ s͟͟t͟͟e͟͟a͟͟l͟͟/c͟͟o͟͟p͟͟y͟͟ t͟͟h͟͟i͟͟s͟͟ o͟͟c͟͟! •

When Ratchet refurbished Ironhide into a toaster, a new Antichrist was born. Too bad the humans can't exorcise this one.

Isla Reyes never believed in God- but she believed in him. Aurelian Wrenmore, the young priest with eyes full of scripture and sorrow, was the one man she was never meant to love. And yet, in the quiet corners of a cold countryside chapel, their hearts betrayed their fates. In the hush between hymns, a forbidden loved bloomed- holy in feeling sinful in name. When fate brings them face-to-face once more, she must confront the truth: can a love so pure, so powerful, ever be truly erased? He wore his vows like chains She wore her longing like skin She would love him in silence He would ache for her in prayer A tale of longing, sacrifice and unrequited love "The Destiny Which God Never Wrote" will take you on an emotional journey of heartbreak and hope. "She loved a man of God. He chose the heavens _ Until death let him choose her" Because some destinies are not written by God- They're carved into stars, sealed in silence, and born again in the afterlife. A story of passion, sacrifice, and the kind of love that defies the divine. By~ Amara Wrenleigh

I loved a boy who wanted to become a priest. He didn't. He became an idol instead. And somehow- that hurt even more.

Ezra Hunter is a priest who has never known love until he meets him. Tall. Dark. Sinful. Kael Spade is a centuries-old vampire who's grown numb to life itself. His mother's dying wish was for him to return to the church, but he refused until one day, fate brings him back. There, he meets Ezra. Kind, gentle, everything Kael is not. He tells himself he'll stay for a while... until Ezra pricks his finger and blood beads on his skin. Not just any blood, rare, intoxicating, and achingly familiar. Now Kael can't stay away. He tells himself it's because of his mothers last wish, but deep down he knows: he's only staying to taste that blood again...and because he's grown attached to the priest.

A story me and my friend made. Will upload and update daily. What happens when a priest faces his destiny of being someplace somewhere he can't say? Read what will happen now on A Priest Apostasy.