Fictional Archaeologists Novels & Stories

Geez, this is insane," she murmured. "Auntie and uncle are coming here. Explain your crazy stunt to them," says the gay to Henri. "Auntie is on her way. Brace yourself cousin," says the lesbian to Ahri. "By the way, are you guys ready for our flight next week?" "Flight?" Ahri and Henri asked in chorus. The five of them crossed their arms as they stood up in front of Ahri and Henri. "In case your brain is still swimming in the water. We are archeologists. I hope you did not forget our research in Pyramid of Gezza."

’ Those were the words Zeke said. She spent years to find the fossils of the Lycanor Kingdom which was buried hundreds of foot deeper into the earth, had never been able to made into the world’s history book and was labelled as a myth but she never gave up. Why would she? She is the world’s famous archaeologist with remarkable achievements at a very young age. She is widely known for her expertise in Egyptology, major excavations and is specialized in deciphering extinct languages. And she wanted to use her talent to bring back the glory of ancient history.

" You want me to calm down and how?? Its been 10 years since I planned to open that bloody tomb and because of some kind of seal we are not able to." "...." He took the phone out from his ear as he heard the scolding from that person. " And I have got some good for nothing idiots who can't even take care of it." " You idiots even sacrificed many intelligent archeologist and what I got .... Nothing." Missing of many archeologist was reported continuously but the police couldn't get a any enough information regarding their missing so that cases was not given any damn thing. But everything was part of the managers plan that no one knew.

I furrowed my brow and thought about the name. Why should I know her last name? Adio. Adio. Why should I know that name? Adio. Then it hit me. That’s the same name as the cultural resource management company Kinsley Industries helps fund when they do archeological digs. “The cultural resource management firm? The archaeologists? That’s supposed to answer how you know what you do? I doubt that archeology digs have ever turned up any relevant information of my kind. The supernatural world likes to stay fiction to humans.” I shook my head.

“Possibly. But it’s hard to say for sure. Because Gemma herself likes to start fights, even though she doesn’t know it.” Jo wanted to refute it. Not that Nero was wrong, but rather that Jo’s pride was hurt because the new person in Gemma’s life knew Gemma as well as him. But Jo couldn’t find a proper refutation, because indeed what Nero said earlier was a fact. “We’re investigating the source of the funds and the people involved in this fictitious organization—” Sarah turned briefly to seek Nero’s approval. A nod from Nero, and Sarah resumed. “Some are Archturian.”

The woman was finally able to relax and heave a long sigh of relief when she saw this. Then, Javier chatted with the woman and found out who she was. Her name was Tanya Thiel, and she was an archaeologist from Chinea. She was not well-known in her own country, but this was because she was much more interested in Noah’s ancient relics, so her research was mostly about that country rather than her own. The men that Javier had killed were local gangsters, or as the locals in Noah called them, bandits who roamed the mountains. However, these bandits had their own objective. They would not only rob others, but they were rather skillful at selling off ancient relics in exchange for more advanced w

Kristine asked and went over to hug her friend. Kristine loved ancient history and stuff that came with it. Although she wasn’t a collector, she wrote journals on historical and rare artifacts. She also did some papers on archeological sites and luckily for Kristine, her best friend Camille was an archeologist. Whenever she had a job that concerned something of interest to Kristine, she took her along. This was such a time. Camille’s team had been contacted after a ruin was discovered which was believed to have some sort of ancient artifacts.

“Traces left by human activity. See the charcoal flecks and bone fragments.” I leaned in, the torch beam moving across the soil. “What does it mean?” “It means people once lived here, made fires, cooked, made tools.” He paused. “This is what makes archaeology fascinating. Through these tiny traces, we form a connection with people in the past.” In the moonlight, his profile looked softer. In that moment, he was not the distant professor, but an archaeologist sharing the quiet joy of discovery. “Why did you choose archaeology?” I asked before I could stop myself.

My eyes stung. "Dad, I'm not staying a housewife this time. Are you disappointed? I'll become a great cop, though. Just like you." A few days later, Borevia University's archaeology team arrived at the reservoir to survey a newly discovered tomb. Alicia walked beside Danny, her hand looped through his arm. The grad students around them started teasing. "Prof. Caldwell and Professor Doyle really are the perfect couple."

I focused my vision, ignoring the physical world and looking only for the threads. There, standing at the front of the line, was a young guard. His thread was frayed, gray and brittle. He wasn't loyal to my father; he was terrified. He was a man drowning in gambling debts, his soul already partially owned by the Shop of Lost Regrets. “Snap it,” the Archivist whispered in my ear. I didn't reach for my dagger. I reached out with my mind, imagining my fingers catching that brittle, gray thread. I didn't feel hate for the guard; I felt the cold, clinical hunger of the Archivist.