Dc Anubis Novels & Stories

Caleb looked at her with annoyance. “Wow Em, only you can get the always calm and composed Caleb annoyed” Eric glanced at him,a smirk tugging at his lips. While the four people laughed and chatted, Anubis stood in front of a white and blue temple, the air was filled the scent of chrysanthemums as he entered. Every corner of the temple spoke of elegance and history. “Isis” Aunbis' voice echoed through the hallways. “Show yourself” “Isis” he called out again.

A pile of ash mixed with burnt offerings lay in one corner, while water-stained parchments and crude sketches littered the ground, sticky with red and black candle wax that had solidified with time. “Yes. I am Anubis… bone whisperer of the old pact.” Anubis raised her gaze, watching Lillia with piercing pale eyes that increased Lillia’s self consciousness all the more as it felt as though Anubis was staring into her soul. Then, her lips curved slowly, “and I know who you are… Zorya… First Light… the one who died broken… and returned unbroken.” Zorya? Fenris repeated as confusion stirred within Lillia. Is she a quack or what? She couldn’t even guess any of your names correctly.

Friday finally came and I could never be any happier. Today, I was going to get my damn dream and that was to fight Grimm. Anubis came back and he was angry with me. Apparently, he was not ready to share with a vampire. “Anubis, I need this.” I whispered as I began doing push-ups in my room. “Cut me some slack, okay?” Anubis: I swear we are not going to get along. I can’t believe you want to wake this fucker up.

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.

I mutter, shooting him a look that apparently isn’t enough to have him keeping his opinions to himself. “You were attacked, brutally. We need to be finding who did this, instead of entertaining an idea that you are some kind of Daemon. They don’t exist,” Cian exasperates, throwing his hands up our blank expressions. “And I would know, since I’m Immortal, and I know every creature that walks upon these lands, since my powers control their inhibitions.”

She let out a loud growl and charged into his side with her fangs. His breathing became erratic and in a fleeting moment, he dropped down dead. She looked at her shaky hands with teary eyes, then at me before she redirected her gaze back to his clothes. He was dressed in all black, black suit, black pants, black shirt, a perfect dress code for evil perpetrators. She wiped her hands clean of the blood on his clothing. With shaky legs, she stood and collapsed into my hands. “What do I do?” “Think! Annabel, think!”

As soon as I cleared the Sydney airport checkpoint on Sunday afternoon, I headed straight for the bookstore. A pile of hardcover books near the entrance caught my eye. The pyramid under construction highlighted Wild, the new book by one of the most popular novelists. The clerk attached “autographed copy” stickers to the covers, which, with their mysterious flames in yellow and red on a black background, gave them a garish touch, drawing attention. As a sociologist specializing in the study of Brazilian aborigines, I knew Daniel. He had aboriginal ancestry and wrote paranormal mystery stories starring a Brazilian aboriginal policeman.

“Why does that sound so familiar?” “It’s the name of the Egyptian God that’s always portrayed with the head of a jackal on its body. I guess it sorta looks like a wolf head in some depictions.” Georgia smiled. “Sounds cool. What was Anubis the God of?” “Death. Or more like the afterlife. He guided lost and helpless souls and oversaw the last procession of the dead.” “That’s a little grim.” Hayden smiled. “Well, you wanted an edgy name for me, remember?”

Abaddon is still fighting off the two who were holding him, both of them shifted while he struggles against them as an already injured human. The sight spurs Dina on, she finishes off the last of the three, leaping towards Abaddon before the third body even hits the floor. She tears the throat from one of them, blood gushing out and covering her face, and the final man leaves Abaddon on the ground, hopefully unconscious and not dead, snarling and snapping his jaws at Dina. She lowers herself to the ground as if submitting and when he comes closer, she pounces, her teeth sinking into his neck, her feet kicking out to slice through his stomach. He rips open with a deafening yell, coating the r

I turned away before either of them could say another word. Behind me, I heard him shouting my name. "Lilith!" "Lilith!" I kept walking. For once in my life... His voice no longer had any power over me. The deepest section of the dungeon was where prisoners who are condemned to execution where kept. That was where Cole and Ria were imprisoned. The moment they noticed me... Their expressions darkened. Ria stepped toward the bars. "So, the great Luna has come to gloat." I smiled calmly. "No."