House Of Anubis Novels & Stories

“My Lord, my Lord!” Maru ran back inside, nearly tripping over the stone steps. “This fool,” Anubis muttered under his breath, his golden eyes narrowing. “What is it?” He raised a brow, his voice low and dangerous. “She’s here,” Maru gasped, trying to catch his own breath. “I know,” Anubis said with a snort, his gaze fixed ahead. “I already sensed her.” His fingers flexed, golden sparks dancing along his knuckles, anticipation and annoyance mingling in his expression.

I still didn't understand what she was trying to say. Three months ago, i–or we in particular, got a video from an anonymous sender. It was a partially blurred video of a place in Golden City, called Mount Olympia. It had a slight description written : 'Mount Olympia, Home of gods on Earth, House of Zeus. I definitely wanted to ignore the video, since I couldn't believe a mansion on a mountain was home to gods, most especially, Zeus. But, Zara insisted we upload it, to be sure of it's source, and how legit it was.

I take off my shirt, and like I've done every single day since the last three years, I begin to whip myself. One slash for Mrs Hayes. Two slashes for Mr Hayes. Three slashes for Alexander Hayes. Four slashes for breaking my promise to Lilith Hayes. Five slashes for being coward. "Uh...maybe another time?" Esteban's voice breaks me out of my punishment and I turn over my shoulder to look at him. "No. Sit down." Then, I turn back and set the whip down, picking up my shirt and pulling it over my blood stained back. "We have the Vietnamese cartel on our tail. I want you to find their base here in Mexico and remind them why other houses don't fuck with Los Muertos."

She thought it would be her complete victory and soon, Country B would fall into her hand as she expected it to be. “Anubis, are you ready?” Anubis nodded his head. The man with the head of the jackal coated with black. It was stated to be the color that symbolized regeneration, life, the soil of the Nile River, and the discoloration of the corpse after preservation. “We will start any moment now.” “Understood.” “Get into the position.” Anubis ran toward his position. Busaba put on the hoodie over her head to shield herself from the heat of the sun.

Shit, if only I can go there in an instant! Cleopatra: Are the police coming already? OMG Khufu: My brother’s people will try to help out. (O.O) Khufu: @Anubis Are you not seeing this? >:V Anubis: Wait. Menes: What’s happening? Cleopatra: Someone sent a package to Akhe’s house. It’s filled with snakes. He has mistakenly opened it and now he’s waiting for Animal Control to come. Sobek: It’s all over the first floor now! What the fuck are these? The kitchen isn’t even safe!

He is losing his sanity over various different scenarios he could imagine his daughter would be going through and the two goddesses were no different from him. "What the-" "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" Cutting whatever Chaos tried to ask, Anubis barged into the living room, his mate Aziel following him closely behind. And they both were fuming, ready to declare war despite the fact that they just woke up from their meditative slumber. The two of them plus Chaos had first hand experience of how brutal the hunters of the Egyptian Celestial clan could be during their short stay as hostages before being released when Eva willingly offered herself in exchange for their freedom.

Tears were flowing down Georgia’s face; she was petrified for them both now that she’d seen what they had to fight. She tried to hold onto Hayden but he wrenched himself free and yanked open the door. Just as his feet hit the ground he transformed, faster than he ever had before. In seconds Anubis was standing next to the car, breathing heavily, and growling. He turned to her, red eyes flashing and nodded with his nose. She sensed what he conveyed. “Be careful.”

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.

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

CHAPTER 57 — The door didn’t look threatening. That was the problem. It wasn’t jagged or bleeding rune-light or screaming like the other seams. It was clean. Smooth. Pale stone etched with a single, familiar symbol—the split crescent I’d seen my entire life without ever being taught its meaning. Home. My copy’s voice drifted through it again, soft and coaxing. “You don’t have to fight anymore.” The corridor behind us quieted, as if it were holding its breath to see whether I’d walk forward.