House Of Anubis Novels & Stories

Reinhard's neck tightened while both hands gripped his mystical weapon tightly. "Grrraaaahhhh!~ ... " Reinhard's scream sounded extremely painful. Damien exhaled cigarette smoke from his respiratory tract. A second later, Eve came in through the door. Evelyn Cerelie. The mixed-blood girl with Anubis' spirit inside her soul Anubis is an Ancient Egyptian god who is closely associated with the mummification of corpses. For the past few days, Eve had been training with Ginny to discover what her true powers were.

I say and I realize that I sound almost stupid. "Why are you here?" The large warrior asks. "I am here because I was born here. My parents stole me from the streets of Egypt when I was just a child." I explain. "Lots of lycans are born here," the warrior says. "It does not mean that you belong to this pack. The Kingdom of Anubis is a sacred pack." "I am not asking to join your pack," I tell the warrior. "I am just asking to find out if I am truly a descendant of Anubis."

All the dead bodies in this house are beginning to stink, I need to get out of here now that she is resting, I need to go to my mate he can help me. I was outside the border, I don't know how I got here but I can sense him, he is not far away, and I can feel his energy. I need it and I appear in front of him with his daughter, she is cute and I can make a good mother but I need his help. But will he listen? I can feel her waking up again, "She is beautiful, I always wanted to meet your kids up close," Anuba said. Ty looked at us with total disgust wanting to know what our visit was about. Anuba sensed all the energy around her and wanted to bathe in it, she said, "I don't want to fight just

"By the grace of all the Gods, may they not suffer and may they keep their faith in us. I can do naught, none of us can." Anubis lifted his eyes to examine the low, dense clouds above. The sky was grey and full of thunder even though the sun shone vibrantly amongst it, perhaps too vibrantly, the heat oppressive. A black cloud of birds flew past, chattering loudly amongst themselves. He could not see the farmers' fields where the animals bucked and scurried as if they had gone mad. "The herbs will appear, great one," he started, an air of concern in his voice. "I shall-"

The petals trembled gently, like a wave goodbye. Mom stared at the flowers. Tears fell again. But she smiled. "Lily," she whispered. "Is that you?" No one answered. The wind passed through, and the petals swayed once more. Then everything grew still. I looked down and saw my body beginning to fade, bit by bit, like mist evaporating in sunlight. I was finally leaving. I looked at them one last time. At the moment I disappeared completely, I heard Noah speak. "Mom, was Lily just here?"

“It feels weird having this meeting in this house. I didn’t want anything to taint our sanctuary. Life of leadership, I guess.” Declan sighed, “Way to make me feel like shit.” “It wasn’t directed at you, or for you. I was simply stating facts. Let’s be for real we all knew eventually this would happen. We can’t live in our bubble forever.” Andrew walked into the living room with Anubis, Wepwawet, and Sylvia the pack seer. “Hello, everyone. We summoned Sylvia to see if we could get a few answers. I hope you’re ok with that.” Anubis stated as he walked in and took a seat on one of the recliners.

Silver-blonde hair fell in wild tangles down my back, streaked with dooms and dried blood that was not my own. I was the last. The last daughter of House Nicodemus. The final spark of a proud northern bloodline now reduced to ghost dust by the man who sat upon my father’s throne. Tariq Wolfe. He was no ordinary Alpha. He was a mountain of a man, towering well over six and a half feet, built like the ancient war gods carved into the old temples. Broad, powerful shoulders strained against black leather and steel plates.

Sinclair said with a smirk, sarcastically emphasizing his words as he walked out of the monastery quarter, slamming the door behind him. Ava fell to her knees as tears blurred her eyes. She anticipated the horror of what was coming for her. The House of Lycans had been defeated, and the palace taken over by a powerful Alpha, Axel, and now her half-brother was offering her as a slave to him to save his life.

It was as if my mate was vomiting out his revulsion for me. "Grace, the wrinkles at the corners of your eyes could crush a fly. Your stretch marks hang loose and ugly. Your backside is flatter than a pancake. And you smell like a greasy diner." Lucas, did I truly disgust you that much? I clutched my robe tighter, but nothing could stop my tears from flowing. I remembered 20-year-old Lucas, kneeling to kiss my toes, whispering that the moment he saw me, he knew—the Moon Goddess had made me for him.

and left the room. ****** Toffe The rest left the room but I was working my brain on the spell to finish her but I was missing something and Marlon appeared with a book as old as time and said, "I know how to kill her and send her back to the pit for eternity but you are not going to like this," I took the book and saw the spell and the ingredients needed and she was right, I don't like this but it is the sacrifice that has to be made and end Anuba for good. I looked at Marlon leaving the room, he went to get the ingredients as Anuba smiled before lying down on her bed and closing her eyes, she was looking pale, we could just let her die, her entity would just find another host but looking a