Chronicles of B-man-Jack Oggstrouse Arc Part 5
Of course with her status as a elder, she could not interfere with the mortal, holy, or unholy realms. yet something was nagging at her eternal soul, she could not put her finger on it yet it was something he had to look into.
The Willing Exile of the Elohim
In a way, one might consider this genocidal war an early human "holy war," given the heavily morality-centered nature of this war.
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Tata Rotta
In hell, you see, however bound to physical law its inhabitants are, cannot die but can ascend back to the physical realm by drenching them in holy water, and that is a fact the remorseless souls are exploiting.
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I don't want those racist men corrupt me with the thinking that the holy empire is still there. i am not a racist!"
Holy Intervention
That was the final push the holy jackal needed, his senses a flame, leaning back and bellowing out his lust.
The Holy Knight
If nothing else, the holy see made keefe into a kind, compassionate canine with the skill and confidence to defeat any enemy. "the holy see has turned you into a wimp, keefe, with false beliefs.
Holy Leviathan
He simply said, "we are going to take down the holy leviathan." penny looked at rendika, and all traces of protest were gone. along the trio went, traveling in an almost random pattern.
Holy revenge
"i am a holy paladin for the lord; i hunt down monsters that dare endanger sacred life." trans was entranced by the idea of destroying the monsters that had killed all that he had known and loved. "can... can i be a paladin?"
The Holy Crusades
Carrying steel and wood in their hands, those proud brigands marched across their holy lands.
Holy Crusade
Screamed the holy knight as he crushed the eye in his hand. " i dont know what your talking about!" screamed the wolf. the holy knight grabbed the wolfs arm and ripped it out of its place.
Demon & Holy
That of saint holy sword dragon.
Holy Night
October in England, as grey and drizzly as one might expect. The summer was gone and the winter was almost upon the world. However, the weather did match Bartholomew P White's mood. Watching as a coffin was lowered into a grave. The vicar was saying...