Anubis Novelas e Histórias

Anubis asked politely but firmly. Anubis was every bit the Egyptian God, he was tall, about 6’5”, dark, his skin the color of a smooth as silk dark chocolate, his eyes a beautiful copper color that when the light catches at just the right angle almost looks like stained glass. Wepwawet was no slouch himself in the looks department, but something about Anubis just screamed regal and royal, you wanted to bow and cherish Anubis.

“Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but nothing makes sense as to where that bastard came from.” Hunter’s mouth twitched, a reluctant agreement. “That’s what worries me. I’ve had men cross-checking every D’Amaris in the northern registry, nothing. Not even a rogue clan by that name. Whoever he is, he’s hiding behind a fabricated identity. And this makes him even more dangerous. If Valerie couldn’t catch his sc

And we have a fucking detective around Akhenaten: @Shezmu Kick Sekhmet for a day. Let him come back tomorrow or whatever Sekhmet: Hey! Please don’t kick me! I’ll give you some credits! Shezmu: LMAO How much? [Anubis sent 1 credit/s to Shezmu.] Shezmu: Holy shit, do I look like the ferryman to you? LOL Anubis: Welp Anubis: Is Bastet here?

I wondered out loud, successfully earning a glare which might have probably meant 'are you dumb? "I'm a moon god, you dimwit! Not some random messenger god who runs everywhere and knows the latest news among everyone or an oracle who know anything and everything. I can't trace people down even if that person is my mate or daughter!!" He snapped, annoyed by my visible stupidity. If it wasn't for Anubis's intervention, he would've released all his anxiety, pain, impatience and anger caused by his mate's disappearance on me. "The people are waiting for you, father." Anubis reminded, successfully dividing father's attention from me.

H). We have this tattoo somewhere on our body. Ransom’s tattoo hides in the body of another tattoo. The image depicts Anubis sitting on his throne with Callisto, a Greek Goddess, standing next to him. Callisto wears a silver bear headdress and holds the moon in front of her stomach. At the feet of the gods, a black wolf with green eyes faces a menacing black hellhound with gray eyes and Anubis-like ears. It’s easily one of my favorites on his body. Arson’s knees rest above my head as he rubs the tip of his dick against my lips, seeking entrance. I open and feel the cool metal against my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I envel

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

____ ____ "Because no one else can do it. Opening the prison isn't just waiting for five centuries, the person who opens it must be a really strong person. And..." "And?" Noah asked curiously. "And only a special person can open it without having to wait five centuries." Baba Farra Fanga II took a sip of his drink. Recalling past events made his emotions increase. "Who is that person Baba? The one who has imprisoned the Magic King, that very powerful person." Noah is really confused by all this. Why doesn't he know anything? "He's Beliast Aberdeen. A very powerful person, he's the first person to open the Dungeon's Shadow Prison or even the last person to be able to open it."

Her betrayal shattered the fragile harmony, and the Moon Goddess, in her fury, banished Solmyra from the celestial plane. Exiled and stripped of her status, Solmyra descended into darkness. She disappeared from the world of light and created a realm of her own in the abyss—cold, quiet, and hidden beneath veils of ocean mist. But she was not alone. From bone and blood, she shaped her vengeance: Maeron. A cursed immortal, forged from the remains of slain wolves, fae warriors, and old gods. His body was stitched from agony, animated by a dark ritual no living creature dared replicate. He was her servant, her enforcer, her weapon.

Well the world has ended there are demons and all sorts of shit running around now the world is basically trashed .And there are two figures standing in the midst of some rubble one with a hood and the other a large humanoid with claws and fangs "hey human bow before me "the larger figure said "humph I only bow before the almighty God " the smaller figure says as he raised his hands "now be erased for your blasphemy" as he waves his hands the other figure as well as everything else behind him gets evaporated.

He was silent, his eyes trailing over my body, before his hand took my own into his and he held it with a confident grip as he began to stride casually and I walked alongside him, "a lot exists in this world that many know nothing about, my Aphrodite. That, you most certainly can be assured of." He stopped in his steps, before he turned to me and gently pulled my body into his. He placed his hands on my waist and I wrapped my own arms around his neck, leaning in to place my head on his shoulder. "There is much of the unknown that you are not aware of. An evil presence that has always been present in your life and you have yet to know of it." "What do you speak of, Master Abigor?"