I Became The Pope Now What Novels & Stories

” The Pope teleports to his altar and his subordinates stand up noticing him. “ALL HAIL HARASHO!” The Pope extends his arms with pride. “ALL HAIL HARASHO!”

“I can step down. I won’t contest the post of parish priest or Pope. Godfather can have it. P-Please.” Jonas hopes he can buy time. A minute or more. Enough for an officer to pass by. Enough for Declan the 'Criminal Killer' to arrive. “Nice distraction.” Dakor edges closer. “Yes, you’re right. Il Padrino wants to be pope. But we also want to know what they found. You’re fully aware we have no associate in the police. Declan’s a bitch. So you either join them or tell me what they found? Il tuo tempo sta per finire, Papà.” (You’re running out of time, Father.)

"I am happy to see everyone's face in church today. The church isn't normally this full in case some of you are wondering why I am very happy." A few laughs escaped across the congregation and one among them came from Edwards own lips. "But to be honest, I really do like seeing your beautiful faces and I am glad that the Lord kept us all alive to see another wonderful Sunday," the pope continued. "Some of you might be wondering why today seems to be really full though." A few yes' sounded across the church building. Edward adjusted himself on his seat as he knew where the Pope's words were heading. "Today is a very joyful day for us all," the pope said with a smile across his face. "We have

Things were so dangerous for him then and fortunately, he had a few tricks up his sleeve or he might not have been able to flee unscathed before the wrath of the Pope who, for all intents and purposes, might have long transcended the rank of Human King. Gaye was so furious he was teetering on the verge of going mad. As godchild of the Pope, majesty, fame, and dignity were all that he expected on his path to becoming the Pope's next successor. But instead, because of Chu Xun, he had become the laughing-stock of the world.

They are nothing but petrified, broken little boys that played war and lost. One of them is Clement. Kane smirks at the ageing pope. The man that once stood as tall as Kane, the Viking that commanded so much respect, is now nothing more than a fly caught in a spider’s web. “How’s that world domination working out for you, Pope?” the werewolf king asks sarcastically. “Is it everything you hoped it would be?” The Pope doesn’t answer, but Kane didn’t expect him to say anything. The king looks out over the crowd of humans. “Who speaks on your behalf?”

"Yes, the Pope is the current Pope. But what is his name?" "Um, like, um. Um. Justin Bieber?" "What?" Sister Marjorie exploded. "What?" "Um, Justin Bieber. Right?" The girl looked at her innocently, or at least emptily. "No, that is not right. Why would you ever think that is right?" "I saw it on TV," Sienna replied, not at all moved by the nun's fury. "It said he was Top of the Popes." "Pops!" The nun erupted. "That boy is top of the pops!"

"Haha, so you've finally realized? But that is your own fault. You are merely a commoner born with the power of God. Your body is deeply filthy, and it insults God's grace." "So you think your body is more fitting?" "Of course. My ancestors and I, we have all served God for centuries." Elenor laughed bitterly before replying, "A body that abuses young nuns—are you certain this holy power will willingly dwell within you?" SLAP! The Pope struck her face. He had not expected the woman before him to know of his foul habit of sleeping with underage girls. "Pope, thre’s a problem!" A temple servant burst into the room.

" What????" The head priest bulrted out in horror. " We need to hurry back to the temple now." He added. He face was being anxious of the sudden turn of events. His forhead was forming the cold sweat as he heard the news. ' How can that be? If the god son is born then what about me. What about my dream as to become the Pope.' ' I can't let that down.... It's all because of this woman. The moment she was awakened this kind of things keep happening to me. But for now. I have to deal with that new enemy.'He murmured.

“Not that I’m aware of. They aren’t too fond of your kind here. Mostly from lack of contact and baseless rumours.” “Who’s in charge?” asked Jenny. “A king?” “The city is governed by the Pope. He is the Prime Ordained of the Holy Shrine.” This revelation drew some surprised murmurs. I doubt he was actually called a pope, but the translation thingy usually chose the closest word in our lexicon, so I guess he was the head guy of some church organisation. Great, more zealots.

"I'll take over from here." Asher and Ryder immediately tensed. Asher's usual humor vanished, replaced by a rare seriousness. Ryder, ever the dutiful soldier, stepped forward, his expression hard. "With all due respect, Prince Veryon," Ryder began, "King Lucius entrusted us with Kiara's training. We—" "Save it," Veryon interrupted, his sharp tone cutting through the air like a blade. "I may no longer hold the title of Crown Prince, but I remain a prince of this kingdom. My authority here is unquestionable."