Fictional Archaeologists Novels & Stories

Martial cultivator affairs were not easily explained to academics. "Ah, it must be related to the earthquake earlier," the professor deduced, recalling the tremors that nearly trapped them in the tunnel. While they conversed, Adrian hurried over eagerly. "Professor, if this is a palace, think of the treasures!" "Adrian, we're not treasure hunters nor grave robbers," the professor chided firmly, his tone stern. "I apologize, Professor," Adrian muttered, chastened. Seizing the moment, the professor launched into a lecture about professional ethics and the sanctity of archaeological work, reminiscing about his youth.

He'd been fifteen. The second time had come years later. He'd managed to make something of his life again, working his way through university and ultimately securing work on a series of prestigious archaeological digs. He'd risen quickly in the field, becoming known not just for his knowledge but also his fearlessness - he was often the first to go rappelling down into an uncharted cave or crawling through the ruins of some ancient temple. And then one night, the archaeologist leading his team - a man Donovan had looked up to for years - had had too much to drink and started getting rough with one of their female colleagues. And Donovan had snapped.

"Holly, I'm here to ask you a favor as a representative of my archaeological team." Holly raised an eyebrow. "Archaeological team? When did the switch happen?" "It wasn't a switch, exactly. It's basically the same industry. My job at the museum was just because my mom knew someone. Archeology is my real passion. I studied about tombs and ancient booby traps overseas." Holly smiled. "Which tomb are you looking at now?" "The ones at Dracowaist Village. A royal tomb has been discovered there, and we're excavating it. There are tons of frescoes and silk paintings in there that desperately need restoration. Because of that, I recommended you to our leader."

- “This is the latest news, recently a relic dating back more than 1000 years has just been unearthed by the archaeological team led by Professor Vlachos. This is the second largest monument in the area found by the archaeological team of Professor Vlachos. This relic is considered the only remaining site of the Vikai tribe. The discovery and excavation of artifacts here will help us gain new insights about a legendary race in history. Currently only still being excavated and researched. We will update the latest information in the following newsletters.” - Oh, I'm really respecting, Mom is really good! Marina exclaimed excitedly when she saw her mother being on the morning TV news. Turning

These were three images that interspersed a reptilian man like that of a demon or dragon, there was in the center the shape of a man and at the extreme a hybrid form between the three shapes, there were inscriptions, it would give money with excursions and tourism. It all started a few weeks ago... Many archaeologists were hired, and he was directly involved in. Being poor wasn't easy, and getting old wasn't easy either... Because of Joker, he couldn't maintain the Dark-Dragon persona for long, spent his afternoon with a headache, and headed towards the cave, he was what he thought, going out for a drink, thinking about his retirement.

“I just want to know where my parents are.” Anubis chuckled, his voice low and mocking. “My servant tells me you’re a thief.” “What?!” Ivana glanced at Maru, alarmed. “My lady, I never said that,” Maru hurried to explain. “I said you’re an archaeologist.” “Your people stole my objects,” Anubis repeated, eyes narrowing. “It was just one ring my friend took and I returned it,” Ivana said, doing her best to remain calm. “My lady,” Maru interjected again, “I told him some archaeologists took his items. He just assumed all archaeologists are thieves.”

Mom kicked against it saying it wasn't a reputable job but now that I am married and I feel idle being home all day long while Ryan is also at work, I decided to try my luck one more time. Like a brush of air, the news makes me feel lively again. I smile at Ryan and he nods, not looking pleased. "You don't want me to work?" "No, I just didn't expect…", he pauses. "What type of job is it?" "I'm going to be handling the locations of archaeological projects as well as archaeological research in the college. So I am basically a writer." He nods. "That's a good one. You studied archaeology?" "Yep. I might be considered to go on a research trip too after a while."

They did not believe her and dismissed everything that she said was a lie. April G looked around, searching for Liz. She was standing outside, a few feet away from him, talking to a tall man in his early forties. He had attractive features with dark Trevor. He had an irresistible air of friendliness about him. Trevor was nowhere to be seen. April G and Trevor quickly moved to Liz ’s side. “Archaeology has been my passion since a very young age,” the man said to Liz before April G and Trevor caught his attention. “These are my friends, April G and Trevor! And this is Professor Peterson,” Liz made the introductions.

So she bought it, and checked the doll out only to find it was possessed with the energy of a demon. “Yeah, well better us deal with it than some family.” She commented and her colleague Max clearly agreed with the sound he made. The two of them were archeologists, though she did more of the lab and research. He liked to go to the places and bring things back. The reason they teamed up was because both of them knew that there was more at work in the world than just human hands. They had seen to much, had plenty happen to them and so they were normally requested first to look at objects that were old and questionable.