The Pope's Spear Novels & Stories

(Templar Knights) "So?..ugh!!..hah!..hah!…Just figure out something as usual..don't bother me with such trivial thing like this…HUMP!!…leave,…handle it as you see fit..I leave everything in your hands….go..AHHH!!!..". (Pope Leonardo) Still humping the nun pope leonardo dismiss the Templar with a wave of his sweaty hands. The Templar then leave with a straight faced, knowing the man he called pope could care less about anything.

The long, slightly curved sword allows her to deliver deadly precise blows, decapitating or disemboweling her adversaries in grisly fashion. "Let them come. I will run my spear through their hearts and pin them to the earth like the worthless carrion they are, if finding our map piece's hangs at stake," Beatrice, as the Spearman, says as she checks our supply pack and grips her spear tightly hidden in its compact metal case. When deployed, the spear extends into its full deadly length, and to a deadly polearm, able to skewer foes from beyond their reach. Its sharp tip promises a gruesome end for anyone standing between us and our goal.

Resting upon it was an enormous spear. Its shaft appeared to be carved from dark wood that had almost turned black with age. Strange symbols had been etched along its surface, and the silver blade at its tip reflected the morning sunlight. The weapon looked ancient. It looked heavy. It looked as though it belonged to another age entirely. A murmur spread through the crowd. Even several neighboring Alphas looked surprised. The Head Elder rested both hands upon his staff. “That weapon is known as the Founder’s Spear.” The murmuring immediately disappeared.

"Let's go inside." After a few seconds, both of them appeared inside the cathedral. Minerva glanced around her as she saw large mosaics. Moreover, the interior was built with white and gold that looked simple, but extravagant. Right in the center, there stood a beautiful tall woman that was dressed in a white long robe. Furthermore, she had a white veil on her head and a scepter on her right hand. "That's Winter," her father said, "The Pope of this generation." Minerva was astonished by her father's words. What?! That beautiful tall woman was the famed Pope?!

Pierced armor, yet unscathed! What a remarkable spear technique! "Thank you for showing mercy, General Campbell," Damon said, holding his spear and giving Sebastian a respectful nod. "I admit my defeat wholeheartedly." "Thank you!" Sebastian returned the gesture and smiled. "This spear was a gift from Prince Nathaniel. Its edge is unmatched, and it has a power of its own. Without it, I may not have won." Damon quickly stepped forward, patting Sebastian's shoulder and laughing more freely than before. "General Campbell, you're generous and honest. I admire you! You are truly a warrior of Aurensia!"

"As I said, it’s a family heirloom. It turns out stealing a holy spear is easier than stealing my father’s Grace." "The Church has been looking for that spear for centuries and Gabriel had it all this time?" "He took it after the Crucifixion. Something this powerful couldn’t be left around people." "And now you have it." "It saved us, didn’t it?" He shrugged. "I wasn’t going to Hell empty-handed."

She clenched her fists so hard her nails broke against her palms, and her screams remained strangled in the back of her throat. ​Only when her back was a shapeless mass of gore did the middle-aged man stop. ​"Your blood is too holy to be wasted on this filthy floor," the Pope said, drawing a dagger with a serrated blade. "Have you discovered why the monster seeks you?" ​"No." ​"Seduce him. Make him confess." ​Without mercy, the Pope grabbed Elenor’s wrist and pressed the jagged blade against her pulse. He didn't slice quickly, but pressed down slowly instead, sawing back and forth.

Chris scolded Satio, who had pulled him immediately he had called Lena inside. Now Lena was gone. “She was with that spin man, so don’t fucking go near her,” he scolded, and Chris snorted. “She is my girlfriend; I have every right to go after her.” “You don’t get it; she just spoke with the pope right now. Do you know who a pope is?” Satio scolded, and Chris was confused. Wasn't a pope the head of the catholic church? “Yeah…yeah…he is the head of the mafia.”

"Yes. But I know you already contacted him earlier that whatever happens to you, he will take care of your belongings. So, I guess it's only fair that I go after him. And you don't need to send all this rubbish to him." "Not Archbishop Joaquin." "You forgot his surname. How can a demented pope only remember his best friend's first name and not the last name?" he smiled. The pope needed time to compose the last statements of his life. He needed to devise a plot to outwit this assassin. "What are you hiding in your pockets?" "It's just my rosary." "You're lying! Bastard! Christianity is overrated. But the real Church will rise like a phoenix rising from the ashes.”