My Temple Needs Its Pharaoh の小説・ストーリー

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

The footsteps stopped at the front of the washroom and the Dextus voice boomed through the door "Your father, His Royal Majesty demands your presence at the temple" "What temple?" "The temple of Ashterah" The goddess of war. That was not a good sign but if anything, Octavius was not easily deterred from his path so he raised himself from the tub, letting the water slid off this body, took a robe hanging on the rail on the washroom wall, and wrapped himself in it. His moment of solitude was over. He opened the door and found Dextus waiting there. "I have been told to accompany you myself" "Fair enough. I guess that means I am wanted now"

he answered cryptically. Yura walked around and grabbed both horses and tied them down. I glanced upwards and almost fainted by the look of the temple. It had a un-human grandness to it that frightened me. It was to perfect. It was evident that it had been dedicated to the god of power, strength and seduction. 'Enosos' A vague part of me felt like I had been here before. A shrill swirled around me and I turned in Daras grip to look for the source of it. But there was nothing around us.

Voices those same voices from her dreams chanted her name: Naerya…Naerya… At the bottom, nestled between two jagged peaks, stood the Sea Temple. It wasn’t stone. It was alive grown from coral and magic, pulsing with a heartbeat she could feel in her bones. She stepped onto the temple floor. Her feet, bare now, sank into glowing moss. Lights danced above her head, forming constellations she didn’t recognize. At the center of the temple stood a throne of bones and pearl. And on it sat Morgala.

"When the sun rises, you will go to the Temple of the Moon Goddess. You will find your true mate. Do not come here until the Goddess has answered you." The Temple of the Moon Goddess was the most scared thing of the five packs. On your twentieth birthday, the Goddess shows you a dream with your mate. "Yes Father, " I said, looking down and walking past him before he could change his mind. The whole night I couldn't sleep a wink, staring at the ceiling like a corpse. When the first ray of the sun entered my room, I got ready and headed straight to the Temple. The Temple of the Moon Goddess was a building, made of white stone and glass shining in the morning sun. It always smelled like jasmine

I let it drop into a crystal vial Dorian held ready. "Let’s go," I commanded. "The High Priest is waiting." The Hidden Temple was a vast space carved directly into the mountain rock, lit by a thousand flickering blue candles. The High Priest, a man so old he looked like he was there when the temple was made, didn't seem surprised to see us. He took the vial of my blood and the ancient scroll. "You seek to subvert the laws of nature, young King," the Priest rumbled, his voice echoing in the hollow space.

She raises a brow and squeezes my hand in response. We reach the Temple, a stone structure much like the one in Oceana, except that much of it has fallen into disrepair just like the rest of the city. The two High Priestesses kneel in prayer at a Moon Goddess statue at the foot of the stairs, the stone likeness chipped and worn. “Sister, I—” Reliquin begins after they finish their prayers. But Freyja holds up her palm. “The Temple is free of dark control now, and that is all that matters, Sister.”

I had returned to the temple where I had faced off against Scarlett, but now it stood before me as a testament to resplendence and grandeur. Bathed in a warm, ethereal glow, the temple exuded an aura of mystical allure. Its architectural design remained faithful to the structure I remembered, yet a profound transformation had taken place. The once shattered remnants had been meticulously restored to their former glory, as if time itself had reversed its relentless march. The temple now stood tall and majestic, radiating an air of invincibility.

The air of that palace brought back memories I would rather forget and as I followed the demon down a path I knew so well - I realized that nothing there had really changed. "Masochistic" I thought as my fingers rose in the air. The way that damn fool had kept it all going - I could almost feel particles of Quinn's divine power everywhere. This was not a palace or a house, this was a temple. A sacred temple that held every memory - and remnant of Quinn's life and existence - frozen in time. The whole situation was palpable, but a part of me preferred not to just abstract it. I certainly wasn't the first or the only one to notice - and I wouldn't be the one to speak openly about it.