ARMANI - Profile

"Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow!" Translation: Of course I fought, I used that technique called the 'T' pose that you taught me. Using this technique, I asserted my dominance and now I have four wives!

My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampires.

Fantasy · Victor_Weismann

"Allow me to doubt it." Jake simply replied, picking up the Colt, emptying its cylinder and handing him the gun and the three remaining bullets in his other hand. He then let go of his victim's twisted wrist, dusted off the playboy's white shirt, and went back to his seat as if nothing had happened.

The Oracle Paths

Sci-fi · Arkinslize

The first was a young Afro-European boy with dreadlocks about 1.8 meters tall, named Kanye, who was the younger brother of the 2-meter tall giant who first approached them.

The Oracle Paths

Sci-fi · Arkinslize

Thiru Abimbola was a tall black man, 1.9 meters tall, obese and his skin was constantly oily and oozing with sweat. He was the fruit of a hazardous union, an Ethiopian father and an Indian mother. He had inherited his father's skin colour and his mother's straight hair.

The Oracle Paths

Sci-fi · Arkinslize

However, every time he thought that she had thrown a barb at him, she would always take a formal tone. He could almost imagine her with an innocent babyface. The psychopath kind of course. Well, he didn't dislike this setting…

The Oracle Paths

Sci-fi · Arkinslize

It was quite honestly a propaganda piece taken from the teachings of a certain regime from Berengar's previous life, yet if he was going to build an Empire, the Fatherland should be united as the core of it. Berengar had distributed a map for visual reference, which contained the regions he wished to incorporate into his future Empire. This map was essentially an exact copy of the idea of a Greater Germany from a certain Austrian Art student, with the addition of the Adriatic Littoral and the Alpine foothills.

Tyranny of Steel

History · Zentmeister

Berengar treated the men of his militia exceptionally well. He supplied them with proper meals during their training, and soon he would give them proper uniforms. Once his textile industry was up and running, the men would be outfitted in the attire of the Landsknechts of the 16th century from Berengar's previous life.

Tyranny of Steel

History · Zentmeister

The 12-pound cannon Berengar had designed was based on the 19th-century smoothbore Canon busier de 12 or more commonly known in English-speaking circles as the 1857 12-pounder Napoleon, named after Napoleon III who commissioned it in the 19th century.

Tyranny of Steel

History · Zentmeister

Meanwhile, in Kufstein, Berengar had just finished his daily breakfast and set forth on the task to begin constructing his irrigation system, which was based on a system used in his previous life commonly referred to as wheel line irrigation.

Tyranny of Steel

History · Zentmeister

The final grunt came again as he felt his mouth flood with blood. His eyes went hazy slowly, but the smile remained. From his body, the blood drained, but he did not fall and persisted on his knees—Alone, anguished, and in pain…his body began to freeze. 

I Became The Pope, Now What?

Fantasy · MisterImmortal

"Ursala and Willfard, from this day on, you shall be the backbone of one another. When one falls, the other must lift them. In the eyes of the holy light and law—I pronounce you as one united soul." 

I Became The Pope, Now What?

Fantasy · MisterImmortal

'I am a failure… but more! If Sylvester is the light that outshines all, I will be his shield that blocks all the darkness. I have peak Knightley talent, and I shouldn't stop until I sit at the top.'

I Became The Pope, Now What?

Fantasy · MisterImmortal

[A/N: See the carriage in this para comment.]

I Became The Pope, Now What?

Fantasy · MisterImmortal

"Fine." He stood silently and ignored Felix and Gabriel's chuckles. Though Sylvester was more annoyed by Miraj, who was now licking his face. 

I Became The Pope, Now What?

Fantasy · MisterImmortal

"Fine." He stood silently and ignored Felix and Gabriel's chuckles. Though Sylvester was more annoyed by Miraj, who was now licking his face. 

I Became The Pope, Now What?

Fantasy · MisterImmortal

One day my name—even you will shout!♫ 

I Became The Pope, Now What?

Fantasy · MisterImmortal

Bishop Lazark nodded and saw Sylvester leave in silence. But, a sudden frown came upon his pale face soon after. "Why did I feel the same coldness from him as my old master?"

I Became The Pope, Now What?

Fantasy · MisterImmortal

Then all of a sudden, his fists got covered in bright light magic, appearing as if fire. "Fist of Light!"

I Became The Pope, Now What?

Fantasy · MisterImmortal

Then he looked back at his allies. "Take out your lockets and show them clearly. Keep one light crystal in your mouth to break it anytime the demon tries to attack you. Keep chanting and leave the fight to me. My fist will show it the depths of true hell." 

I Became The Pope, Now What?

Fantasy · MisterImmortal