Nefertari Moses Novels & Stories

After Moses spoke in an incredulous tone and emphasized on a certain word, he then awkwardly glanced at his friend. Blake exhaled furiously. Impossible! The woman bore the title of Mrs. Ferguson, thus he could not allow her to do something shameful to insult their name. Moses looked up to the blue sky and sighed. “I didn’t expect mutes to be this popular now. The world sure has changed.” He looked at Frank and started to rub his chin. “Do you think I should change my preference?” Moses was the standard rich playboy. Wherever he went, women would follow.

I breathe. The heat in her eyes intensifies. She steps forward and starts circling me, eyeing me like a predator. “The child of the moon, what’s your name?” She wonders out loud. Her voice is silky and hushed, almost lost in the angry wheezes of the morning wind. “Nefret.” “Ah, Nefret. Nefertiti, Nefyl, Nef... it’s you. Of course.” “Nefret, it is.”

"What can she do? With Owen Carver under our control, the Carvers are destined to fall—unless a miracle happens. I told you, one's fortune is extremely difficult to restore once severed." "Be patient," Jasper soothed. "You've waited years. What's a few more days?" Samuel nodded, his gaze fixed on the closed door. Behind it, Blake was still performing a ritual. Moses would be fine after today. Or so he thought—unaware that the ritual was now foiled. … Emerging from the room, Aria informed Ignatius the problem was resolved. "Whatever happens to Moses in the future, you must not intervene. It's his retribution."

His steps were soft, but the air around him bowed. He stopped only once, just as he passed Xavier. His head tilted. His nostrils flared. “Your scent is wrong,” he murmured. Everyone turned. “You smell of fate… and fire.” Xavier’s spine stiffened. Blythe’s brow arched. Moses moved on. He ascended the first few steps and paused, lifting his face toward Blythe. Then he smiled. “Be careful what gods you dare awaken, my Queen.” Moses and the Court—Prophetic Unease

At first she could hear them chanting the words, but as the chanting intensified she absorbed the energy of the words and heard perfectly what they were saying. “Glory be to Osiris Un-nefer, the great god within Abydos, King of eternity, lord of the everlasting, who passeth through millions of years in his existence. Eldest son of the womb of Nut, engendered by Seb the Erpat, lord of the crowns of the North and South, lord of the lofty white crown. As Prince of gods and of men he hath received the crook and the flail and the dignity of his divine fathers. My heart my mother, my heart my mother, my heart my coming into being! May there be nothing to resist us at judgment; may there be no oppo

He pouts. My eyes widen in surprise and I glance over at Flavius who shares my shock. She looks far to young to be the mother of someone that old. "Who told you to have fun with my guests?" She asks firmly. Before Hathor has a chance to respond the female turns to me. Her face softens and she moves a section of her hair behind her while smiling. "I apologize for my sons' uncouth behavior. I am Nefertari the one who invited you here," she says.