Fictional Archaeologists Novels & Stories

I said. "Haha, come on you two. Just let them be. They are still deep in love." Pablo said to Freddy and Linda. We all laughed it off and the first class began. It was quite interesting. I was surprised that Diana had the same interest as I did. We both wanted to become archaeologists. The professor spoke of discoveries done by many men and how they were able to carry it out. After the class, we didn't have any coming up again till after an hour time.

Jessica counted on that arrogance. The heavy steel door of the warehouse groaned open, and a man stepped out into the rain, pulling a grease-stained canvas cap low over his eyes. He checked the empty street twice before turning toward the footbridge. He was an archivist of a very specific, illicit variety, someone who traded in uncataloged regional history, the kind of text that the grand corporate houses spent millions to suppress or erase from public memory. Jessica stepped out of the shadow before he reached the center of the bridge.

"Of course I do. You worked together," I exclaimed confidently. She chuckled again, shaking her head. "Yes, we did, but you don’t know the whole story! I was an archaeologist for The Global Institute of Archaeological Research, also known as GIAR, when your father came to learn from me and work with me. He was a fresh graduate. In the beginning, your father was a real headache, always making a mess. I was so annoyed with him, constantly apologizing for his mistakes. He was five years younger than I, and my position and age seemed to intimidate him.

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 --"

“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.

“Okay… Okay… Enough for the jokes… The most important thing is I also find these two Crudus violins… I can finally prove to all of you, can prove to the world that the myth or legend about Crudus and Evelyn is true after all.” “So, does that mean we can be at the top of the world at this moment?” asked Olivio Clementius Lee excitedly. “Definitely… We’re the six top archaeologists in the world at the moment…” replied Apollo Frias proudly. He was over the moon. He felt as though he had owned the whole universe. “Yes, we win! We’ve got the prize!” shouted the six men in the middle of the valleys. The six men’s screaming was all over the valleys, flung through the ten different directions, broug

Holding the controls steady with one hand, Jim pointed briefly, directing her attention to a ruin below them. Teri giggled, thrilled. “Oh wow!” Jim swung the plane in a wide circle, giving Teri time to look over the ruins. “Many of the structures out here have been recorded by archaeologists, but dozens more are still unrecorded. The museum maps the ones discovered and reported, using the data in predictive models and for advising governing agencies.” As the ruins slipped away behind the plane, she faced Jim. “Unrecorded. Are there plans to excavate?"