My Temple Needs Its Pharaoh Novels & Stories

The young pharaoh laughs, defying the decree of the god, and starts to mobilize toward the city and demolish the main temple and kill all of that god's followers, then use the sacrificing ritual to force summon that god onto the mortal world and kill him. This is the war that started the war that would end the age of the gods. After the victory, the young king had announced that he is the god that was reincarnated under the body of mortals. Under the debris of that god's main temple that was colored red with the blood of that god. He appointed himself as the god of mortals! And the gods who live in the realm called heavens have no right to interfere in the matter of mortal.

The phoenix witches and other witches had since moved near the temple and shifted themselves there, positioning themselves around the temple as guards in the event where more enemies approach. Half of them, led by Yadier were arranged in front of the gates of the temple while the other phoenix witches with the help of some demon lords were burning the scattered bodies of the monster and ogres with their power. And the griffins had also surrounded themselves around the temple. "I think our queen is not going to come out any time soon." Yanis said to Yael. The duo had just returned from surveying the entire area around the temple while waiting for their queen.

Harvey kept the card and the badges before speaking again. “Since I’m so capable, shouldn’t you be talking right now?” For a while, Asher hesitated. Then, he spoke. “I’m not sure if my information’s correct. “According to the seller of the dizzy pills that I contacted, I suspect that his products came from the Crora Temple—the most mysterious out of the three great temples. “Compared to the vibrance of the Aenar Temple and the Kronen Temple’s desolate nature… The Crora Temple is the most terrifying.”

Victoria The Moon Temple loomed before me like a cancer on the landscape. What had once been a sacred place of worship now pulsed with malevolent energy that made my skin crawl. The very air tasted wrong—metallic and bitter, tainted by the dark magic Marcus had been weaving here for months. My oak guardian set me down at the temple's entrance, its wooden face creaking as it surveyed the corrupted structure. "The stones scream, young mistress," it rumbled. "They beg for cleansing."

She reached out her hands and made a shield of fire to protect me and Kayla. I cracked an eye open, noticing that she was looking up. Kayla was looking up too. Curious, I dropped my hands from my face and looked to see what they were staring at. My heart dropped. The temple. The one from my dream. This is the temple of the war goddess. Every stone and metal that had fallen off from the hotel was now taking shape, forming the temple from my dream. This is it...this is where Starlight...no!

The moment he entered the temple, he felt as if he was being watched. The main focus in the temple was a statue with three heads and six arms. On both sides, there were two statues holding hammers, which Philip did not recognize. Philip looked at Golda and Ember, who shook their heads and said, “I haven't seen them before. I don't know what temple this is.” “There’re very few records about the Deadly Desert in the Starfall Continent.” Since Philip did not get the information he wanted, he turned his attention to the objects of worship in front of the statue. Three items looked as if they enjoyed the worship of the people.

They were the original seven families of Temple Road, not to mention the undisputed main characters of Temple Road, the Channel Temple, which had a 600-year history. Meran's master assigned nine disciples to guard the dragon heads in the Departure of Nine Dragons, and Meran was tasked with protecting the formation's core eye, the Channel Temple! At that moment, Arthur walked happily into the Hall of Herbs. As he walked in, he shouted at Meran and Seis, "Hey, you two! Your descendants are causing trouble outside, claiming they have no part in the demolition and want to go to city hall."

"Prepare the horses." The three men bowed immediately. "As you command, My Pharaoh." As they hurried away, Kharef looked once more toward the temple rising above the city. ‘Hold on, Maritza. Just a little longer. This time… I will come to you in the light of day, before all of Egypt.’ Outside, the Temple Bell rang again. Its solemn echoes rolled across the ancient capital. The Queen believed the people would witness the death of a witch. Instead… They were about to witness the judgment of a Pharaoh.

“You’re sick. You drugged your own brother. You tried to erase his entire life just so you could keep him.” A soft laugh. “Half the fun was watching him forget you. The other half was knowing I could have him all to myself. Family is such a beautiful thing, don’t you think?” Damian’s voice cut through like a blade. “You’re not family. You’re a fucking parasite.” “Oh, Damian,” she purred. “Still so dramatic. I did it for us. For the empire. Mother always said the Holt bloodline had to stay pure. No outsiders. No distractions. Especially not some little architect who spread her legs in Vegas and got knocked up.”

However, Caden interjected with a hint of mystery in his voice, "There is a slight catch. To reach the temple, we must venture beyond the borders of the Empire." "Beyond the Empire?" Mordecai echoed, his curiosity piqued. "Surely, it was meant to be built on the sacred soil of the dragons?" A soft smile played on Caden's lips as he revealed his masterful plan, "I had the temple constructed in the heart of the three kingdoms, so that not only dragons but also lycans and vampires may come to pay homage in your honor. I may even consider making it a mandatory crusade for all." The idea of being worshipped by all species, whether by choice or by decree, stirred a profound sense of satisfaction w