Pyramid Mummy Novels & Stories

At the repeated pressure of Chis sharp claws on her shoulders, Lawrence lowered herself to her knees like the rest of them and followed the crowds gaze upward. Behind the marketplace, one building rose higher than all the others: a stepped pyramid of the whitest stone. The two sides visible to Lawrence each had steep staircases running up their centers that ended at a single-story structure painted blue and red. A shiver ran through Lawrence , part recognition and part inexplicable fear. Shed seen this pyramid before. In history-book pictures, the Mayan temple had fallen to ruins. But it was far from ruins now. It was magnificent. Four men holding drums made of wood and stretched hide stoo

Shadows twisted unnaturally around them, curling along the walls and floor. Emily's lantern caught a figure at the far end of the room—a mummy, perfectly preserved, its wrappings decorated in gold, and most strikingly, a jackal-headed mask staring back at them. "Is that… a king?" Eric asked, his voice tight. Caleb shook his head slowly. "Not a king." Ivana's breath caught. "Anubis?" she whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the jackal-headed form. Emily shivered, stepping closer. "Isn't he a god?This… this is beyond anything we imagined.Why would a god be buried"

But nothing interested him until a black shimmer caught his eye among rows of dented matchbox cars and piles of jacks. He squinted, bent over, and peered closer. A pyramid. A gleaming black pyramid unlike anything he’d ever seen. He found himself picking it up and turning it over in his fingers before he fully realized it. With three sides and a triangular base measuring approximately six by six by six inches, the pyramid was also about six inches tall. As he peered at it more closely, he felt enthralled by its uncanny symmetry. “Wonderful,” he whispered, without understanding why. “Absolutely wonderful.”

The discovery that triggered this compulsion in Grace was an autobiography of an Egyptian historian Hori Ramose who lived during the same period of the Qin Dynasty. Hori describes travelling with him best friend and master of dark arts, Amenhotep Sensret to the land of dragons at the request of the emperor for consulting on a top-secret mission. However, the mission was not revealed in the scroll. Further research into the works of Amenhotep Sensret revealed that contrary to the sacred practice of mumification that existed in those times, Amenhotep dabbled into the prohibited mystical arts; whether it was dark or not was a debatable issue.

Within seconds an army of undead Egyptian soldiers rises from the temple floor. The undead army consists of a mixture of wrapped mummies, their wrappings hanging around them at their sides. Human/dog hybrid creatures spread out amongst the gathering of mummies. Their bodies built like humans, their faces look like a close resemblance of a doberman, the bigger ones of course, not the pinchers.

"I'm not going to do anything to hurt you this time." I tightened my grip on his hand and nodded. I don't know if there is another meaning to what he said, but I feel like there is. We both looked at the entrance of the pyramid. He didn't let go of my hand. The entrance to the pyramid is square. The courtyard was quite dark but there were torches attached to the wall that served to light the way. We stepped into the entrance of the pyramid. A strange coldness immediately enveloped the surroundings. Suddenly the surroundings became quiet. I turned my back and saw the entrance, but it was as if there was water blocking it and all the sound was not getting inside.

Attached to the belt were two Khopesh; U-shaped curved bladed sabers with a convex edge, one of the Khopesh was midnight blue, while the other gleamed a brilliant silver color. Hidden from any gaze, inside this golden metal exoskeleton, was a being made up of bandages, dry skin and ancient bones; He did not have eyes, in the place where they should be found, there were only a pair of red flames that burned with a slight intensity. Although impossible to recognize from the outside, what was inside was a Mummy, a mythical undead from an ancient civilization; but this was not just any kind of mummy, it was a Mummy warlord, his name was lost a long time ago, erased from any record to be forgotte

There are also slabs of eagle people. There is also a scale model of the pyramids in a glass case in the middle of the room. The next room has more Egyptian stuff in it. There are some slabs and tapestry on the walls. I walk into the next room. It was a pretty small place. I could barely fit. There was a case on the wall. It was full of jewelry that was made of different kinds of beads. There are necklaces and bracelets. My stomach makes itself known. I get a couple of weird stares from the few people around me. I look at my watch and see that once again I have walked around the museum the whole day. I even forgot to go and get some lunch.

The Princess of Amen-Ra lived some 3,500 years ago. When she died,she was laid in an ornate wooden coffin and buried deep in a vault at Luxor, on the banks of the River Nile. In the 1890s,four rich young English men visiting the excavations at Luxor were invited to buy an exquisitely fashioned mummy case containing the remains of the Princess. They drew lots,and the man who won paid several thousand pounds and had the coffin taken to his hotel. Two hours later,he was seen walking into a desert. He never returned. The next day,one of the remaining men was accidentally shot by a servant.

“The nectar from their bowls—it wasn’t just symbolic. It helped them shape stone. Melt it. Mold the stone with surgical precision .” ”To carry the weight of time… The Pyramid of Giza is over 4,500 years old and still standing, no?” A pause. “And you let it get stolen,” I finished coldly. Raffaele was done. He turned his back on me and went to sleep on the couch without uttering another word. I changed into cream-colored loungewear and slipped into the luxury sheets alone. They felt cold. Lonely. The black backless dress meant for teasing him lay in a lifeless heap on the floor.