Fleabag Priest Kneel

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Bella was never just a teenage girl. Smart. Beautiful. Dangerous. When she asked her crush to prom, she wore her most seductive gown — only to overhear him laughing with friends about using her. That night, something inside her snapped. What began as heartbreak spiraled into bloodshed. And Bella? She didn’t flinch. Driven by betrayal and rage, she plotted, killed, and made sure the world would remember his name — by hanging his remains on the school gates. But that was only the beginning. When whispers of her crime reach her family, Bella's mother tries to expose the truth… only to meet a gruesome fate. With the help of her devoted father and a priest who falls prey to her charms, Bella escapes to a new city.

Welcome to a world unhinged. A world carved by blood and ruled by strength. Here, the weak don’t kneel out of fear—they kneel because survival demands it. And even then… not all survive.

In his prime, he stood above all—feared, respected, and known as the Heavenly Ancestor. But even gods bleed, and his downfall came not from a rival… but from his own stupidity. Now, fate throws him back to the beginning, into the body of his younger self. Armed with knowledge from the future, a supreme cultivation system, and the determination to never repeat his mistakes—he sets out to rewrite history. Betrayers will kneel. Rivals will fall. Women who once ignored him will now fight for him. Watch as the Ancestor rewrites destiny—one crushed enemy at a time.

He exhaled the smoke from his cigarette as if releasing his soul. The ember dimmed, but the fire in his chest roared louder. “How did I become this chained to you?” he murmured, his voice hollow. “Like shackles on my heart… How does one leave when they were imprisoned in someone’s love? How did I, so cautious and aware, fall victim to you? And how does one heal from wounds carved by the one they trusted?” There was no reply. Just the silence of her gaze, fleeing from his. “Tell me,” he whispered, “how do I rip you from my chest when you’ve rooted yourself like a rose among thorns—cutting me every time I try to let go? I bleed when I forget you, I break when I hate you. What kind of curse is this? And now you ask for forgiveness… Tell me—will forgiveness teach me how to forget?” She blinked away tears, her voice trembling like a confession: “I hurt you… and I hurt myself too. Your wounds burn inside me like fire. Let me heal them. Let me give you my soul, fill your heart with a love that honors you, that redeems me. I’ll erase the pain with tenderness, heal you with my beauty, my cunning… I killed you, I know. Let me bring you back to life.” He crushed the cigarette between his fingers. Harshly, he barked: “Then bow.” She bowed, voice soft, eyes lowered. “And here I am, my love… I bow before your heart, in surrender. Will you forgive me now?” A wicked smile curled on his lips. “Stab my heart,” he said coldly. “Ask for forgiveness. Wish for death. Because my forgiveness… is fire. And in it, you shall burn.”

He was just a quiet kid. No friends. No future. No purpose. Then one day, the ground split open- And Hell dragged him in. But it wasn’t a curse. It was a mistake. Hell thought he was an angel. The Hollowdeep crowned him a threat. And when it tried to break him- He survived. Now, lost in a realm that devours souls and worships pain, Kairo Vale must claw his way through centuries of madness, hunted by monsters that kneel when they should kill. Hes not a hero. He’s not their savior. But he will burn his name into the bones of Hell itself. And when he returns to Earth... They’ll wish he stayed forgotten.

As the most devout priest of the Holy See, Elias never imagined that he would have a forbidden love with the paladin Theron. When he first treated Theron, he discovered that the majestic knight had ancient dragon bloodline flowing through his body. When Theron's dying wound miraculously healed under the holy light of Elias, a secret tremor came from the depths of their souls at the same time. The strict discipline of the Holy See warns them, but every night Theron quietly arrives. Your holy light is calling me, Reverend. "Theron's hot breath brushed against Elias' ear. In the darkness, Elias trembled and responded, 'In the name of God... this is blasphemy...' No, "Theron's kiss burned on his neck," this is our miracle

Four hundred years ago, a man named Vasilus stole a crown and drowned an empire in blood. When he finally died stabbed by on hairpin of a woman he’d raped the priests said his sins were too great for hell alone to deal with. So his descendants would pay. That’s how it started. One cursed bloodline. Then thousands. Then millions. We’re called the Tainted Ones now. Branded at birth. Hated by law. I’m 06/50. I don’t have a name. My sister was all I had. Then she was raped and killed like her life meant nothing. When I asked for justice, they nearly beat me to death. So I ran. I made it to Nalara, where I could finally breathe. Where no one looked at me like filth. But Sanctem is still standing. And they’re still killing. Even if I die for it, I have to fight for my future — and the future of those after me. How do you fight a future that’s already branded you worthless?

When Prince Nate is forced to ascend the throne after his brother's mysterious assassination, ancient tradition demands he bind a demon protector to secure his reign. He’s given the most feared of them all—Jake, a deadly, centuries-old demon whose last master went mad from obsession and died whispering his name. But Jake isn't obedient. He doesn't kneel, doesn't flinch, doesn't serve. He watches Nate with a dangerous curiosity, toying with the fragile prince who now wears a crown too heavy for his soul. Nate, scarred by loss and haunted by betrayal, refuses to be broken by a creature forged in sin. Yet as whispers of rebellion grow and enemies close in, Jake is the only one Nate can trust… or desire. But can a prince tame a demon without losing his heart—or his humanity? Or is he already too far gone.

In a nation where justice is just a mask, Bruce—an untouchable lawyer with blood on his pen—rules Zimbabwe’s underworld from the shadows. Ministers, drug lords, and cops alike kneel when he speaks. But when a foreign intelligence agency deploys Micah, a cold-eyed operative from ECHO, to dismantle Bruce’s empire, the balance trembles. Micah builds a taskforce to hunt the elusive kingpin—unaware it’s rigged with moles, spies, and secrets from both Bruce… and a third power lurking in the dark, hungry for the throne. As chaos erupts and trust dissolves, a Cleaner from Saudi is brought in to purge the rot. Yet the truth is a blade no one sees coming: Micah is Bruce’s son—his final, silent weapon. And by the time the truth surfaces, it’s already too late.

After transmigrating into a apocalyptic world, Yasin awakened a system that allowed him to travel between two timelines. He soon discovered an astonishing truth—women from both worlds were mysteriously linked. In the brutal apocalyptic world of 1993, they pledged their loyalty to him for survival. Yet, in the dazzling spotlight of 2006’s Hollywood, they remained legendary superstars. But the moment they saw him… they couldn’t stop herself from kneeling.

She wasn’t born. She was grown—from the last breath of a sealed demoness and 500 years of cursed Mana. Named Cordelia, she awakens as a monster. A root. A blooming threat to empires. The forest bows, the serpents kneel, and soon... even the seas will rise for her. In a world ruled by hunters, nobles, and ancient bloodlines, Cordelia is something new. Something terrifying. Something divine. But her awakening doesn’t go unnoticed. Not by Gabriel Vaelthorne, the empire’s strongest hunter, born of the bloodline that sealed the very demon Cordelia inherited from. When their worlds clash— Monster vs. Tyrant Divine rage vs. Imperial arrogance Under the blood moon, petals will fall like blades. Can a root grown from vengeance build a kingdom?

Why build a harem… …when you can steal everyone else’s? Rejected without confessing. Friendzoned before even speaking. Too bad for them he’s done being average. Armed with a system that thrives on charisma (even if his starts at rock bottom), sharp tongue, and unmatched game sense, Eiden isn’t here to play nice. He’s not the hero, not the villain he’s the damn glitch in the story. The protagonist ?? He’ll outwit them. The arrogant beauties? He’ll make them kneel. The childhood sweethearts, the princesses, the cold beauties? They’ll come to him. Willingly. This isn’t your story. It’s his conquest. And no harem is safe.

The Army… is not merely a force; it is the system itself. It is the iron fist of the Union of Nations, its banner unfurling over every inch of this world, embodying authority, discipline, and absolute control. But… not everyone bowed before that banner. In the shadows, in the depths of ancient wounds, they were born… the Revolutionaries. Those who refused to kneel, rebelled against the system, and vowed to ignite a fire that would never die. Mihon… was no ordinary boy, but a spark within the storm. One of those who chose the path of pain and blood. Will he be able to raise his own banner against the world? Can he plant his emblem amid the advancing armies and the Union’s sleepless eyes? Or will the system, in all its severity, shatter his dream before it is born?

In a world ruled by contracts with gods, Zodiacs, and beasts power is everything. The strong are chosen. The weak are forgotten. Ha Joonwoo was both. Beaten. Rejected. Ignored by the gods, overlooked by the stars, and left behind by his own classmates... he was nothing more than an extra in a world crawling with dungeon breaks and divine awakenings. Until the System came. No god. No patron. Just a message: [Welcome, Player.] Now, in a world where hunters are worshipped and monsters flood the streets, one boy with no blessings, no connections, and no name… Will level up infinitely. And he won’t stop until the gods themselves look down and kneel.

In the shadows of Kaelthorn, the Crown doesn’t rule. Fear does. And no one commands it like Kaiser, the infamous Assassins. Cold, lethal, and bound to no allegiance, he lives by the blade and the silence that follows it. But when an ancient sigil brands itself onto his chest, Kaiser awakens a forgotten power: The Path of Remembrance. It doesn’t promise salvation. Only dominance through blood, memory, and unraveling truths that should’ve stayed buried. As city factions claw for control and buried legacies rise from ash, Kaiser must choose whether to remain a tool of death—or to become something far worse: a man with purpose. Power is earned. Legends are made. And Kaelthorn’s throne has no room for kings who kneel.

Yan Rui was a famous actor — rich, proud, and used to being in control. One night, after filming a scene as a royal offering, he dies in a sudden accident… and wakes up in another world. Now, he’s kneeling in a real temple, tied up in red silk, surrounded by chanting priests — and facing Mo Jue, a powerful and dangerous snake demon. Mo Jue calls him “the offering.” But Yan Rui refuses to be anyone’s sacrifice. Trapped in a strange world of ancient empires, monsters, and deadly politics, Yan Rui must survive — and deal with the cold demon lord who watches him too closely. But the more they clash… the more something dangerous begins to grow between them.

Death is inevitable—unless you seize control of fate itself. Erasmus has never believed in gods. Faith is a tool, a system to manipulate, a currency to be spent. As a priest, he preaches salvation while quietly siphoning power, turning devotion into influence, and blind belief into wealth. But when the sky fractures and the world collapses into something unrecognizable, Erasmus finds himself trapped in a realm where logic is an illusion and the unknown is alive. Here, the ground murmurs secrets. The air devours memories. The trees do not sway—but they watch. Stranded in a land where identity itself is prey, Erasmus does what he has always done: observe, adapt, and take control. But in a world that feeds on the mind before the body, ambition alone may not be enough. Something in the dark is listening. And it does not forget.

Ezra doesn’t "believe" in ghosts or supernatural. Not really. But one has cursed him. At age five, he was the only survivor of a fire that wiped out his entire family. No one could explain how he got out. Raised by a disgraced priest. Ezra has lived a quiet, calculated life never drawing attention, never taking risks, and never letting anyone in. But people around him have started dying. Mysterious, brutal, impossible deaths. Did that ghost is coming back? Forced into the occult world he’s spent his life avoiding, Ezra begins to unravel the truth of what happened that night, he finds clues pointing not just to the death of his family… but to why he was left alive.

“Born beneath a sky that bled white lightning, with stars falling like tears of the cosmos. The heavens called him cursed. The world called him doomed. But they will come to know him by another name—Heaven’s Seizer.” Tian Yi was cursed at birth—shunned by the world and hunted by powerful sects. At sixteen, he uncovers fragmented celestial memories and discovers that the Heavens have already betrayed him. Now, he refuses to kneel. With a broken guardian mentor and a heart full of vengeance, Tian Yi vows: “If the Heavens won’t grant me power, I will seize it!” Pursued by the myriads of races,demons, gods, betrayal, and forbidden secrets—can he break fate’s chains and claim the Heavenly Mandate for himself?

Betrayed. Branded a villain. Banished to die. Once a rising star of the Empire, Rael Xirian was framed by the very heroes he trusted and cast into the forbidden Outlands—an untamed hellscape ruled by beasts, bloodthirsty exiles, and ancient horrors. Stripped of his powers and left to rot, death seemed inevitable… Until he found it. A hidden temple beneath the blood-soaked ground. A voice whispering from beyond fate. [Primordial Villain System Activated.] [First Directive: Reclaim Your Bloodline. Devour Destiny.] Now armed with the powers of a Vampire, Dragon, and Phoenix, Rael awakens as something far beyond human—an evolving monster built to consume chosen ones and rewrite fate itself. He will steal their heroines. He will devour their legacies. And he will burn their empires to ash. The world cast him out. Now, it shall kneel before the God of Blood and Flame.

Drowned by bills, rain, and regret, Xiao Ranyu died saving a stranger. He expected nothing in return. He woke in another world. Not just any world—Battle Through the Heavens. Reborn into the Xiao Clan as the younger brother of Xiao Yan, the future Flame Emperor himself. But fate never gives without cost. A system stirs within him, its voice cold and exacting: > [Sign-In Protocol activated. Soul synchronization complete.] Power lies within reach—but so do danger, secrecy, and the burden of choice. With fragments of a forgotten legend burning in his blood and a mysterious flame coiled in his soul, Ranyu must carve a path between shadow and fire. He isn’t here to play support. He isn’t here to kneel to destiny. This time, he’ll forge his own legend—or be consumed by the flames trying.

He judged the world not by sin or virtue, but by profit. Not heartless—just a monster who exploited his own empathy to rise, and never be used. He reached a peak once imagined only in dreams, only to be slain by the very father who called him disgraceful— never seeing that his "shame" had lifted the family from hunger. Now, his soul stirs inside a foreign prince. A goblet in hand. A crown within reach. No fear. No guilt. Only gratitude for death— and the rebirth of pure ambition. In this world, again, he would not kneel. He would dance with the crown.

Ari was the most useless priest in the kingdom, a man whose faith lay at the bottom of a wine jug and in the arms of the girls at "The Silk Rose." His life of sinning and absolving is shattered when his childhood love, the glorious Templar Captain Thalassa, returns to his life. A fateful accident in ancient ruins transforms the holy maiden into a Demon Queen and her best friend into a voluptuous Succubus. Trapped, terrified, and fearing the Church's purge, Ari offers them the only way out—a plan so shameless only he could have conceived it. "You're completely insane!" Thalassa said. "Marry you? Both of us?" "It's a terrible sacrifice, I know," Ari said, his voice trembling with a contained—and completely fake—emotion as his gaze drifted again, almost by accident, to Vespera's curves. "To give up my life of... of chastity and celibacy... for your safety. To bear the burden of having two impossibly beautiful and powerful wives..." His gaze, unseen by them, lost itself for a moment in the vivid memory of the naked hologram of Vespera that had appeared just minutes before. Oh, yes, he thought to himself, maintaining his martyred expression with award-winning conviction. The sacrifice... it's going to be tough. So tough. I'll have to endure it every day and every night. What a heavy cross I must bear. Thus begins the strange double life of a priest, his Demon Queen wife, and his other Succubus wife, as they try to manage a secret dungeon, keep up appearances in town, and, above all, survive their new and chaotic marriage. [Author's Note] Welcome! This novel contains Harem and explicit sexual scenes (R-18). It is an erotic story focused on humor, power fantasy, and character dynamics. Don't look for deep meaning or strict plot consistency. Zero-Tolerance Policy: THERE WILL BE NO NTR! Ari doesn't share. Period. If you're looking for a fun adventure with a perverted protagonist, powerful demon girls, and plenty of tension... you've come to the right place. WARNING: THE PROTAGONIST IS NOT OP. DON'T BLAME ME IF HE DOESN'T MEET YOUR EXPECTATIONS.

In Incheon, South Korea, Han Jihoon is treated like trash - weak, invisible, hated by his father and stepmother. He's failing in school, ignored by society, and abandoned by fate. But one night, a shadow speaks to him. A being beyond gods and demons offers him a choice: "Be forgotten forever... or become the power they all fear." Jihoon chooses power. With a one-year countdown to Earth's darkest age - an era of awakened powers, demons, and destruction - Jihoon will rise Not as a hero Not as a villain. But as the force no one saw coming. He was worthless. He was chosen. Now… they will kneel.

In the world of Gran Turin, where mana flows through every being and power is measured by the stars that adorn one’s soul, one man refuses to accept his fate. Born of noble blood yet cast aside in shame, he endured the scorn of those who deemed him unworthy—a pale shadow of a once-proud house. But the spark of vengeance burned in his heart. Harnessing the ancient arts of mana, he delved deep into the forbidden secrets of magic, seeking the power that would make the world bow before him. Each spell, each fragment of mana he claimed was another step on his path of retribution. His goal was not to reclaim his name alone, but to eclipse the might of kings and mages alike. Lightning crackles along his frame, and the black sword he wields pulses with power. No longer a pawn, he is the master of his own destiny. He will not stop until the world itself kneels to him, for in the ashes of his humiliation, he has forged an unbreakable resolve. This is the tale of a man who would become more than mortal. This is the story of The Dark Lord’s Rebirth—a conquest of vengeance and the rise of a new King of the World. ______ If you want to see a noble MC, this is not for you. Protagonist is a man of grand ambitions and will do anything to achieve his dreams. i will be uploading it on RoyalRoad.com name-Luenor Sureva Also the MC is somewhat aggressive

> *She was just a nobody — a powerless girl at the bottom of the ranking system.* > > Until one day... she broke everything. > > No magic. No blessings. No chosen bloodline. > > Just fists, rage, and a will that refused to kneel. > > In a world ruled by hunters, rankings, and corrupted systems of power, she rose from zero to the top — smashing heroes, monsters, and expectations alike. > > Now, they call her the first-rank hero of the nation. > > But behind her title lies something terrifying. Something no one is ready for. > > Because she’s not just the strongest... > > ***She’s the end of the system itself. **

She was kneeling on the cold stone floor of the main hall with her hands tied behind her back. Not daring to face the intruders she kept her head low and her gaze fixed on the ground. She was only wearing a nightgown and her messily tied hair had started to come undone, causing lose strands of auburn colored hair to cover her face. She was thin; way to thin as most would probably say. Her beautiful features were concealed by sunken cheeks, dark circles and a dull complexion. Beside her was the rest of the family, all of them kneeling in a row with their hands tied back. She hadn’t gotten a good look but from the corner of her eye her father had appeared to be badly beaten... *** The man who had killed her family that night had been truly terrifying. His face was entirely unfeeling as he beheaded them and he did not flinch when their bodies hit the floor. So why had that man defied the king's orders just to spare her life? Amelia thought that her miserable life would continue being filled with nothing but abuse. She had not expected that she would be treated kindly, both by him and by his servants. And she had certainly not expected that she would slowly begin to let her guard down aroud him. *** (Cover art from pinterest)

They tried to erase me. My name. My soul. My entire existence. I was sacrificed by the sect I called family — offered as fuel for an ancient system buried beneath the altar. But something went wrong. The system didn’t consume me. It corrupted me. Now I walk with no name. My path doesn’t follow the Dao. It rewrites it. And those who buried me in silence… Will kneel to the echo I’ve become. Glitched Cultivator: The System Tried to Erase Me — a dark cultivation story of forbidden power, glitching fate, and revenge that burns through heaven itself.

In a world where chakra determines power, status, and survival, Michael is a nobody—a powerless outcast in a city where the strong walk like gods. Expelled from school, hunted by elites, and scorned by a society that worships strength, his life was never meant to matter. Until one forbidden heist changed everything. While infiltrating the vault of C.O.S.M.O.S., the elite chakra defense force, Michael stumbles upon a cursed relic: the Black Lotus. A living anomaly, it shatters his view of the world—literally. Now, he sees reality where truth glows pale and corruption oozes like ink. The Black Lotus doesn’t just grant power—it rewrites existence. Michael begins to evolve not by training or leveling up, but by absorbing the essence of his enemies. With every death around him, his vision grows sharper, his body stronger—and his flame darker. But power comes at a price. As his body changes, so does his purpose. No longer just a thief or a survivor, Michael becomes a force of reckoning. He doesn’t seek revenge. He doesn’t seek redemption. He seeks judgment. And in a world built on injustice, all shall kneel.