My Temple Needs Its Pharaoh Novels & Stories

Harlan said furiously, “Fine, I’ll show you what your husband will have to face in Zymurgy.” Thea immediately opened her eyes and saw a mass of light materializing before her. A projection of a grand temple could be seen within its mass of light. Thea immediately recognized the Tai Chi Grand Temple on the Thirty-Third Heaven. More than a dozen men and women were dressed in robes, surrounded by purple-gold lights. Judging by their auras, Thea could tell they were mostly at the Yitro Daeclon Rank. Amongst them, she spotted three familiar faces. She exclaimed, “Emperor Quinlan, Lord Finnian, Lord Dorian?”

As soon as she stepped out, tears that she had been fighting very hard to contain began falling like raindrops. "Mago? What happened?" Emily asked as she approached her. Mago quickly wiped her face and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. Emily sighed and asked, "This is about Juniper, right? Now tell me, what did she do this time?" Mago's tears started falling again as she recounted everything that had happened. "You don't have to worry, just go about your work, and I will talk to her, okay?" Emily reassured her. "Please, Miss Emily, help bring back the old Miss Juniper. The new Miss Juniper is scary and too cold to work with," Mago pleaded before leaving.

I ent to school to find my best friend Kairi waiting for me at my locker. "Why are you late today?" She asked surprised as I was always early, one ofthe first ones to show up at school. Usually when I arrived on some days, the school was locked and not yet open. The buildings stood gigantic and old like an ancient temple. The paintings of all our pharoahnic rulers were pasted on the round walls of the veranda along with their giant statues stiuated in a line along the walls of the temple like building. From the very first first ruler of Atlantis; Pharaoh Tehuti to the current ruler Pharaoh Tate. I would usually sit by the large veranda in a corner waiting for the school to open but usua

~GENEVIEVE’S POV~ The air in this temple was gross. It tasted like old pennies and dust. I stood right in front of High Priest Malphas. My heart pounded against my ribs so hard I thought they might break. He didn't budge. He just sat there on that huge stone chair. He glared at me like I was a pesky bug he was about to smash under his boot. "I’ll say it again, Princess," Malphas said. He sounded so calm. That made it way scarier. "The trial is sacred. The Moon picks the path. Changing it goes against the gods of the Eclipse Pack. You’re asking me to commit a sin."

He was my light. The coachman came down and opened the door for us. I came down with Poppy and we walked into the temple. The temple was like a whole yard, built for the sole purpose of training the white wolves. Their world was so different from ours. I got in and saw Mel. “Luna.” She bowed, “What brings you to the temple?” “The oracle,” I simply said. “What?” “I want to see the oracle. I have important things to discuss with him.” I let my fingers roam my neck. “My health.”

He smelled maddeningly good—like safety, like danger, like something I didn’t want to admit I craved. He wore a loose white shirt and woven khaki pants, looking every bit the smarty-pants he was. Damn him. He is just too good looking for his own good. The pillars inside the temple were so thick and tall, I felt impossibly small beneath them. I was lucky Raffaele stood beside me to ground me. “This is…” I said, pointing toward the ceiling. “This is the creation of the cosmos—the famous Dendera Zodiac, painted in those mesmerizing Egyptian-blue hues.”

Fiona's pov “She’s in the temple ruins,” Elandra said. “Alone.” I was already strapping my knives to my boots. “She wants you to come.” “I’m counting on it.” The First Temple was rotting. Cracked stone, half-swallowed by earth and ivy. The trees here leaned inward like they were listening. The ground pulsed faintly beneath my feet, as if something ancient remembered the rituals once performed here and was waiting for another. I stepped through the threshold. No guards. No spells. Just scent—jasmine and rust.

“You must make a deal with the goddess of the earth if you want your daughter to one day sit on the throne of Eyrotia. The king has the mind to reverse the coronation of your daughter as the heir to the throne, he has plans to give the crown to your stepdaughter, Phoenix. You must beware.” She fiddled with the ring the wizard had given her, it had a feature similar to the talisman she had given her daughter and the function was the same, the only difference was that the effect of the ring was to influence the decisions of the king. Merea bowed before the goddess. “Mother of the earth, I have come as a humble servant to seek your face.” “Present your request, Merea.” The temple was empty sinc

“I’m not safe here, Father, or anywhere for that matter. I need you to—” “If you don’t have anything important to say—” “I almost died today.” “Almost, Zarek. You’re alive, and I don’t see where the problem is,” he answered flatly. “That’s the point. Something will happen to me. I need you to get me out of this place. Send someone. Do something,” I pleaded. “Zarek,” he said, letting the silence press in. “You’re a prince, future king, and you need to start acting like it.”

“Right…let me think, and I will meet with you again later. I guess that puts you in charge, Termâs.” “I know.” Saron rushed from the room. Termâs sat down. He heard the birds singing in his ears. He remained there thinking until he heard the bells of the royal temple ringing. Then he rushed out the front door. The citizens of Careath looked surprised, even shocked. The more pious ones were begging forgiveness as if they had somehow forgotten a holy day service. Shops were quickly shut, and the people poured through the doors of the Temple, which sat just in front of the Royal Menian pyramid that was as yet unfinished. The Temple was huge with two large bronze doors at the top of a flight of