My Temple Needs Its Pharaoh Novels & Stories

"Huh! Humans! How can you not know when you live close to them!” I tilted my head, confused. As far as I know, the temple is a place to pray to the god Drachen, the creator of this world, as well as the one who bestowed magic on this land. We as noble quite often visit the place to make offerings. And the offering will be distributed to commoners in need. I also occasionally visit them with my mother. In there, the people are friendly and classy. I quite enjoyed my visit to the temple because it has a healing effect.

he turned to the man who sat on his left, “more money would soon arrive at our temple.” The Grand Cleric smiled bitterly, “Well it’s indeed a good news… but we need more money if you want to increase the defense in this temple, I bet King Stefan's donation would not suffice the upgrade cost for our defense.” The Archbishop sighed, “Ah yes… I just got a hunch that King Edgar Brownfur will be targeting our temple, since we joined the united Armies to war against them…” he recalled the painful memory of the war that happened twenty years ago, “and now the peace treaty will almost expire. I don't know what he’s planning, but I don't think it would be pretty.”

Roxxane's Point of View "So, what is this temple called?" "Karnak Temple Complex, the temple of Amun-ra." I mentally stumbled. 'Amun-ra? As in the sun God of Egypt? The one of the most powerful creators of Egypt people?' I swiftly looked at the carved writings on the elegant and tall walls around us. 'Hieroglyphics. ' 'So this is indeed the ancient Egypt. I can't believe Alexander indeed managed to conquer the great land of Egypt in just days or weeks. So that explains why this city looked so beautifully well-managed and powerful.

The paved road presented subtle slopes as the intimidating-looking powerful machine increased its speed and the roar of the engine was lost in the endless darkness of the desert that stretched between the giant mountains that shaped the temples that fragmented along the way. Irony was the black Porsche passing at overwhelming speed in front of the temple that was located in Edfu, the temple of Horus, the god of the rising sun who sacrificed the safety of his own life in the name of avenging the death of his father Osiris, a God like the one who did not cease his quest until he killed the murderer of the one he loved most and finally became ruler of Egypt.

“We didn’t give it.” Racheal stopped walking. “We gave her unity instead of loss. That’s not weakness.” “Maybe,” Jaxon said. “Or maybe that choice wakes something older than the Moon.” They reached the temple at dusk. It rose from the cracked earth like a shattered crown—twelve obsidian spires surrounding a stone dais carved with spirals, wolves, and an unmarked crescent. No magic radiated from it. Only silence. Even Racheal’s wolf wouldn’t speak here.

"The temple also gave you a magic customer service voice. Maybe it has bugs." [Temple records do not have bugs.] I looked up. "You heard that?" The first argument in the new temple was about where people could pee. That was the moment the apocalypse became real to me. Not the dead. Not the system. Not my impossible brother's name burning on a divine tablet. It was Aunt Lan standing in the kitchen with a flashlight under her chin, declaring that if people wanted to survive in a holy place, they could start by not turning the courtyard into a sewer.

With each step down the dais, the torches flickered violently, reacting to his presence. “I want progress,” he continued. “Not excuses. The Priestess’ soul is the final key. Once removed, the Moon Temple will collapse into chaos. Their goddess will fall silent.” He stopped before Theryn. “And without their divine conduit from the temple, the Lycans will be nothing more than beasts.” The king turned slowly. “Now, about Peter.” There was a shift in the room’s energy, filled with unease. Theryn hesitated. The King’s gaze sharpened.

“Every step we take, every dream – everything points there. If Halden is what I think he is, then the answers are there too.” Lori looks between them. “What temple?” “The Tower Temple,” Leo says. “The place our kingdoms agreed never to speak of.” Lori stares as if they’ve lost their minds. “You can’t be serious. That place is cursed.” “Maybe,” Cris says softly. “Or maybe it’s the only place we’ve been trying to reach across two lifetimes.” Before Lori can respond, the northern wall shudders violently. Dust rains from the ceiling. Something slams into the stone with a force that makes the entire monastery tremble.

Her gaze found Aria first. Stayed there. “The Temple has called,” she said. The words dropped like stones. Kael straightened. “What do you mean, ‘called’?” he asked. Nyra’s eyes did not leave Aria’s. “Temple of the Moon,” she said. “The old one. The one built before Rowan’s line ever dreamed of sitting on a throne. Its doors have been shut for years. Its rites gone quiet. Until now.” Aria’s mark pulsed.

Roman asks, but his tone tells me he doesn’t really care. “Tomorrow. Immediately,” I reply tightly, falling back a few steps. He approaches the absolutely massive front doors. This entire face of the castle is dark stone and stained glass, but it’s dark enough that I wonder if anyone is home. I suppose it won’t just be me and Aris here for the next month and a half or so, however long I’m stationed at the Temple of the Lunar Eclipse, the main temple of Veiled Valley. If all goes well, I’ll say my vows just after the new year and can be stationed somewhere far, far away… perhaps Celestoria or even the furthest reaches of Tarsian. Hell, I’ve heard priestesses are being sent to the fae lands no