Miraculous Pharaoh Novels & Stories

Clohe, Alpha Bastion and the Snow Valley Pack members tried to shift, but they were powerless against the Egyptian leader's vocals, and they found it less crippling when they stopped trying to fight against him. Seconds passed by which felt like minutes until finally, their pain subsided and they could fill their lungs with a sufficient amount of air. "I am Thehmukss, leader of the Egyptians and we have come to planet Earth in the quest to find the Blessed One, Mira." He spoke out loud in a daunting tone. Mira slowly got to her feet first, "I am the Blessed One." She groaned. The leader traversed the icy field rapidly due to a glitching phenomenon.

when the woman let go of those words she hugged me without hesitation. The sword that pierced my heart went into her heart when she hugged me. "No way!, Phoebe!!" the old mage shouted. "This is the only w-way I know to save you from the m-murdered monsters that will haunt your s-soul when you are reborn" Phoebe stammered. THIRD P.O.V When both of them lost their lives, the previously yellow color of the moon became as red as blood. Cyrus and Phoebe's stab wounds lit up. Red fire came out from Phoebe and blue from Cyrus.

Then slowly asked one careful question while pointing toward the empty place where the fish had been. "...Pain?" He asked. I understood his question and I nodded. "Yes. My body..." I touched my throat “...Very sick." Kharef's expression softened and he slowly nodded. Then pointed toward the new dishes. "...Safe." Only then did he begin eating as if making absolutely certain I would be unharmed. I lowered my gaze. My chest felt strangely warm. He was Pharaoh, the most powerful man in Egypt, yet he had stopped an entire meal… Because of one sentence I barely managed to say.

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

And he died. John regained his consciousness; heat a leisurely pace opened his eyes, only to find himself lying in front of a God, a God with green skin, pharaoh's beard, partially mummy-wrapped in the legs, wearing a distinctive Atef crown, and holding a symbolic crook and flail. John stood up from his pathetic laying state, bewildered to find an another God in front of him.

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."

She was a force to be reckoned with, and I couldn't help but feel lucky to have crossed paths with her. And not to mention, her unearthly beauty that has the tendency to sweep a man off his feet. Her hazel eyes sparkled like the stars, her smile is as radiant as the sun, and her grace and elegance are captivating. She's an epitome of perfection and I'm going to make her mine. Forever. The fact that she's my miracle, my salvation, makes me want to damn the consequences and give her the whole world, if I could.

“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.