Novel & Cerita My Temple Needs Its Pharaoh

"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 raised his voice a little bit higher to make his statement clear, “all priests are equal in my temple and there’s no rule to divide caste among us, do you understand me?” Belial had never seen Joseph as angry as this before, he just nodded in fear, and let his most unfavorable people come to sit at his table, along with the Archbishop. “Besides, if it's not because of Jeremiah, our temple would certainly go bankrupt. The people are suffering from the plague and our temple doesn’t have any visiting pilgrims or receive any charity lately. He was the main reason why King Stefan Scarlet gave us a huge donation in the last three months,” Joseph explained while still giving the grand cleric his

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.

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.

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

We meet again. As Lawrence s eyes adjusted, the first thing she saw was the writing on the walls: They were painted with the same hieroglyphics as in the hallway, only this time they were prayers to the pharaoh--"Do not decay. Do not rot. Stride into the Imperishable Stars. " There were chests that wouldnt close because they overflowed with gold coins and sparkling orange gems. An enormous collection of obelisks spread out before her. At least ten embalmed dogs and cats seemed to eye her.