Fictional Archaeologists Novels & Stories

Your behavior hasn't helped with all this digging," Frances scolded. “Seriously, Allora. I'm surprised by you. This is no way to behave if you want a career as an archaeologist… "Didn't my behavior help?" — I got pissed. Josh's arms around my chest reassured me. “I'm the only one doing any real archeology here. You're so busy running your own public relations campaign that you haven't even looked at the cave paintings. I know, because I looked them up and found them to be fake. - Speaks seriously! Ruth exploded. "You're saying that because you're jealous...

The thought slithers through my mind, and I shake the idea that I witnessed a smirk whisper across his lips. My irritation gathers in my chest where a growl threatens. "What brings you here, Stefan?" "My archaeological research brings me here, Jian. The reason hasn’t changed. It is the same as it was weeks ago." His patient reply is condescending to my ears. "The construction work here accidentally created an excavation site for me. Workers exposed some long buried fragile artifacts and I’m working to extricate them without damage. I am trying to trace the genealogy of these artifacts, which I confirmed are Chinese. The immigrants who came from China to San Francisco have a long history in a

Your behavior hasn't helped with all this digging," Frances scolded. “Seriously, Pietra. I'm surprised by you. This is no way to behave if you want a career as an archaeologist… "Didn't my behavior help?" — I got pissed. Josh's arms around my chest reassured me. “I'm the only one doing any real archeology here. You're so busy running your own public relations campaign that you haven't even looked at the cave paintings. I know, because I looked them up and found them to be fake. - Speaks seriously! Ruth exploded. "You're saying that because you're jealous...

I can’t believe I get to say I’m part of anything mythical that’s not like DnD or similar. I, however, have been more interested in the archaeological stuff that the guild does to study and document what they’ve learned about the supernatural. Muhsin and Sameer have both praised me on my skills in this area. I mean, duh, I’m an archeology major. Of course, I’d excel in that part of being a hunter. And this might be one of the coolest parts of all this. Because I’ve been helping the guild via TMA, I secured a job with the Adio Preservation Society starting in a month.

Aria, unfazed, countered with indifference, "It's just a label, Malcolm. Doesn't change anything. Did you find anything on Mr. Weller?" Malcolm's fingers flew over the keyboard. "Mr. Thomas Weller of Southbury hails from three generations of antique dealers. Officially, that's his public persona. His grandfather was a grave robber. They shifted to dealing with antiques when Thomas was born. "By handling artifacts others avoided, they expanded their business internationally. Most of their current exhibitions are held in Janovin." Aria remained neutral. "What do you mean by handling artifacts others avoided?" "Artifacts most likely dug up from somewhere they shouldn't have been. Boss, do you t

"This is the find of the century and you want to talk about protocol?" "Protocol is what separates archaeologists from grave robbers," I snapped. "Not everyone gets to be Indiana Jones, Dr. Khoury. Some of us actually care about science." "Science," she scoffed. "You hide behind science like it's a fucking shield. You're so afraid of feeling anything, aren't you? So afraid of letting yourself—"

after lunch both of them went to meet the group. both Kyra and Priya went to the room they asked them. "excuse me" Kyra knocked the door while entering. Arya smiled and welcomed them. both Kyra and Priya greeted them and introduced themselves. "guys so everybody is present we will discuss about our project" vian said seeing the group. everybody nodded their head. "as we know our project is on historical archaeology, it deals with places, things, and issues from the past or present. we may or maynot get written document.

This was apparently the most fun she'd had in a while. "Which is?" Shamira was smiling. Kira looked incredibly energetic, even more so that during their tryst on her last visit. "I've seen people with doctors, lawyers, masseuses, and security on retainer, but this guy . . . he's got archaeologists, geologists, and even a herpetologist." Shamira looked thoughtful. "Okay, what the hell is he up to? He could be using money from the morning star trade to beef up the import/export business, but --"

“You are needed somewhere else, I take it?” “Just competent workers thinking they are incapable. I swear sometimes they are worse than the incompetent ones.” Laney nods her head in understanding, though with her age I doubt she has worked a day in her life. “So, what is it you do?” I ponder for a minute. “I’m an archeologist. In short, I search for historic werewolf artifacts from thousands of years ago.” I shrug. Her eyes grow wide and she swallows a bite of food. “That’s a pretty cool job! So you travel a lot. Is that why you are out here in the woods?”

“Grossman Center? Aren’t they into computers and tech, not ancient dynasties?” Dr. Sanchez laughed, a quick, humorless sound. “It does sound ridiculous, doesn’t it? But people will believe anything if it’s wrapped in enough mystery. And Grossman—he’s not just a tech guy. He’s got his hands in a lot of pies. Heraldry, conspiracy theories—you name it.” Leila leaned back, processing the information. “The ‘rightful rulers’? A grown man believing that?” Sanchez’s smile returned, thin and tired. “You’d be surprised how many so-called ‘intelligent’ grown-up people fall for that kind of thing. Especially in archaeology. The world is full of strange ideas, and people like Yellen are magnets for them.