My Temple Needs Its Pharaoh Novels & Stories

“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

This was some Hogwarts shit right here. “Breathtaking, isn’t it?” Court said, standing next to me. I nodded, not wanting to take my eyes off the temples. The setting sun gave it a calming look, but I wasn’t fooled. Supernatural temples usually had dark stories behind them. They were intended for the ones who had the highest of ranks but never without a price. I bit the inside of my cheek. Zaliver had three temples. How dark was his past? Even the temples, the gods, Fate and Mother Luna paled to these.

--- The temple isn't a sanctuary-it's a *snare*. Its obsidian walls rise from the desert like the ribs of a long-dead beast, encrusted with glyphs that squirm under the green-tinged moonlight. The air reeks of myrrh and decay, a cloying sweetness that clings to the back of my throat. Eden staggers beside me, his breath ragged, the starburst scars on his arms now leaking tendrils of light that dissolve into the sand. The storm inside me coils tighter with every step, its dual voices hissing in dissonant harmony. *"Turn back,"* it pleads. *"This place will unmake him."* But Eden's pupils are dilated, his gaze fixed on the temple's arched entrance. "She's here," he murmurs. "The one who *knows*

The doorways disappeared. Entire walls rotated with the grinding sound of ancient stone. Lucas stared in disbelief. "It isn't collapsing." "It's rebuilding." Elias nodded grimly. "The Temple is rearranging itself." "For what?" Nobody answered. Because deep inside, they already knew. For war. Back beneath the mountain... Grayson stepped closer to the Prophet. "You said something became free." "I need more than riddles." The Prophet sighed. "You deserve that." He looked toward Noah. "Everything you have heard about the Sleeping Kings..."

I had expected a good person like her to have deeper knowledge of what's truly important. "My palace is nothing more than a home for me and my small family. The only other special purpose it serves is hosting occasional meetings with our allies." I state matter-of-factly. "This temple is what connects us with the Goddess of life. Her great powers keeps us wealthy and powerful. In return we bring our tributes here for the poor and the sick to collect." I explain even though it's something she should be aware of already. "Not everything you have said makes much sense to me. But since you're the man I love I will agree with you in everything you need my support in." Tracy assures with an entici

The Council Temple trembled beneath a force older than time. Gold-black light exploded from Seraphine—no, from Elira—her name pulsing in the very walls of the temple as the magic of a lost lineage clawed its way back into the world. Her scream had torn through reality itself, and now the very air crackled with power.

Evelyn and Mitchell filled her in on the things that had happened in her absence, how her body had reacted on collecting the King’s blood, how the King broke down the temple. “I’m guessing the Goddess listened to him.” Evelyn had joked that day. Odessa also found out that the King had bestowed the renovation of the temple to her. He had ordered everyone that the temple would remain as dust until she woke up and built it. Odessa sighed, feeling too tired to stand up and just wants to waste her day in bed, but she knew it was only a matter of time before Evelyn and Mitchell burst into the room to get her ready for the day’s activities.

Roger has the indecency to look a little smug about the fact that he barely looks winded and Cora gives him a little shove on the shoulder as she works to take a few deep breaths and wipe the sweat from her brow. Even as I work to bring my heartrate back down, I absolutely marvel at the sight before me. The Goddess’ temple, like the one in the city, is built completely with white marble. But unlike the one in the city, this one looks…ancient. Vines grow in ropes all over it, looking almost as if the structure is part of the forest itself, having grown up organically from it. The temple is tall and wide, the pillars in front drawing my eyes upward to the slanted roof which curls into a dome.