Pharaoh My Temple Needs You Novels & Stories

"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. —----------------------------------

Zaria’s POV I love this game. Nova bounced excitedly. I hope we are on the same team. The temple is an illusion; yet the air inside is thick with the scent of old incense and something wilder, almost metallic, like storms brewing underground. Colored light flickers across enormous carved pillars, and phantom wind chills my arms as it slides between shadowy statues. The traps feel real: we hear the low hum of ancient magic, see quick flashes of shifting walls, and our footsteps echo sharply on cold stone. Fact: my team never won.

I shot him a warning glare, but he didn’t flinch. “You’re not still mad, are you?” he asked, resting his chin on his hand like we were discussing tea preferences. “I’m not done being mad,” I muttered. He reached out, brushed a strand of hair off my shoulder, far too gently. “Then let me distract you.” “Raffaele…” “I want us to go to Egypt,” he said, his tone shifting dangerously soft. “Together. You and me. To The Temple of Hathor.” I folded my arms. “And why would I help you again?”