Miraculous Pharaoh Novels & Stories

“The final plague, the one that came directly from Pharaoh, was the death of the firstborn. Pharaoh was a human being, a man, however as king of Egypt, he was worshipped by the Egyptians because he was considered to be the greatest Egyptian God of all. It was believed that he was actually the son of Ra himself, manifest in the flesh.” While Nate and Bibi were finishing unpacking the rest of the crates, Anna replaced the headset and continued alone to the other items which were on display. There were clay pots, a few shredded pieces of clothing, and one item, which was in a separate glass display in the center of the room. On the pedestal was the description which read the artifact encased wi

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

Veronica questioned and Sarah nodded as an answer before she stared at me. "Yes, then it came over me that she might have conspired with Zymir to overthrow me seventeen years ago. In the first place, I told her about Sage because I trusted her so much as the advisor of our pack for so many centuries. I didn't know that she would be my tragedy." "So it's true that she's an immortal," Magnus said, letting out an anxious sigh. "Do you know who she is truly?" Sarah turned her attention to him with a grim look. "She's an experimental vessel of the Phantom Queen that came to a failure eight hundred year ago but soon became the advisor of the Phantom pack after the rebellion."

“You have done what no other has achieved, Fiel Davidal,” the Pharaoh’s voice boomed, echoing against the cavern walls. “You have survived the Game of Fangs and Death. As promised, your prize is your freedom. A yacht awaits you at the secret docks to carry you far from the Hellhole.” Beside him, Princess Ameerah stood like a marble statue. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but her face remained the mask of a loyal daughter. In her hand, she held the golden chalice.

"Don't worry. I still have leverage with Pharaoh. As long as you're my daughter, he won't be too hard on you." Miranda did not fully understand why the mysterious Pharaoh would show her leniency, but the fact that she had his poison indicated she had some standing.

Sua’s hand lingered on her neck, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm. The skin beneath her fingertips pulsed with a strange, foreign heat. She stared intently at the man sitting before her. This wasn't just any man. This was Prince Rai Yuan, the terrifying "Bloodthirsty Man" of the Shewu Empire.

It was his name and judging from the shared memories I have with Herneith, she was wary of him. "Good luck, milady." Asiri stepped forward and lowered her head towards me. Una did the same. "Thank you," I stated before my bare feet advanced towards the doorway. The guards surrounded me automatically with Sakros leading the procession. We passed by grand hallways which never in my modern life would have imagined. Ancient Egypt royalty was always thought to be extravagant in all aspects of their lives. It seemed hallways and stairs turned into gold were a common occurrence for them. The procession stopped at a bridge that connected to a half completed small pyramid. Inside it was an altar thro

I was sure if he was out in the day his hair would glint and shimmer from the action of incident rays on it. His brown eyes were beautiful as well; They looked so soft, tender and innocent, I could get lost in them for days. I guess I didn't pay attention last time. He had tone muscles that were threatening to burst out of the shirt he wore that day. His lips, gosh his lips were full and....the door opened snapping me from my train of thought. Stephanie came in with a cup in her hands and I breathed out, heat rising in my cheek. "Here you go" she said, placing a cup of coffee on my desk. If she did saw my rosy cheeks, she concealed it well.

Yu Meng quickly took a good shower and wore a new white dress with lotus embroideries on it. “Oh, I forgot to take a proper look at myself, let’s do it now then.” Yu Meng sat down on the stool and look into the reflection into the mirror. What Yu Meng saw in the reflection of hers was a young lady in her 16s. She had a tall queenly-figure with a slender waist. The young maiden had a flawless, glossy skin. She had crescent-shaped eyebrows of midnight-black. Her big silky lashes fluttered over her sharp phoenix eyes.

*** ‎Killian I claw at my chest, pain ripping through me as I sink into the seat, letting out a low, restrained growl. The curse is consuming me—I doubt I can hold it back much longer. According to the prophecy, only one person can heal me and break my curse. My mate. I've met her once. That unforgettable night. I may not remember what she looked like, but the warm, tender, healing touch of her delicate hands is unforgettable. With one touch, she eased my curse that night and silenced my 684 years of endless wakefulness. If I hadn't gotten carried away by that moment of peace and pleasure, I wouldn't have woken to find her gone.