The Mummy Or Ramses The Damned Novels & Stories

The Shadows unleashed a torrent of Ramses' memories next, and I was instantly inundated with visions of his mortal life. The Ramses I knew, confident and proud, was nowhere to be found. Instead, I saw a shy and timid individual, hesitant to interact with others, and rarely speaking up. The humor and wit that now seemed so ingrained in his personality were conspicuous in their absence, replaced by an awkward reserve that seemed to define his every interaction. As I delved deeper into Ramses' memories, I was struck by the physical differences between his mortal and immortal forms. The fiery red hair that had become synonymous with his persona was actually a deep brown, and his eyes, now a pier

Again. Again. Again. “I hate you!” STAB! “You ruined everything!” STAB! “He belongs to me!” Blood stained her hands as she continued attacking Isabella mercilessly. Isabella cried helplessly, trying weakly to protect herself. “Please…” she sobbed. “Please stop…” But she only laughed, it was a terrifying cold laugh. Then suddenly— “Mummy!” The voice echoed loudly, making everything to freeze instantly. The woman stopped moving, the rain stopped, and the world became silent.

Being a tether can let someone into your mind a hell of a lot easier. Being a Witch, I knew how to block the Pyromancer from my mind. Ramses, however, did not know how to block him. Giving the Pyromancer access to that much knowledge was never going to be a good idea. Trying to explain this to Reavers though was an impossible feat. And Ramses was always acting like god… Like he could fix everything. Granted, he did fix everything most of the time, but sometimes it’s just not something he can fix. Trying to get that through his beautiful head was impossible though.

Milly suggested innocently. "How can you tell your big sis to do so? Don't you know that doing so will have risks, what if your big sis lose too much blood and no one Comes to save her and she dies won't you be sad?". Riley smiled yet her smile held no warmth whatsoever. "Aiya, what are you worrying for! Regardless of whether Brother Xavier rushes back on not, the moment it becomes dangerous I will immediately call for a doctor!". Listening to her Riley kept silent, staring suspiciously at Milky who was only a year younger than her.

mummy asked the man who seemed to be our driver to where we were headed. " You would not be needing that." he replied signifying we did not need anything to go to where we were headed. Atonished by his response, mummy pulled him to the side to talk to him, they spoke for a while while I watch them " You dnt need any of that, He specially asked you picked nothing from the house." I heard him say as they were talking.i tried not too eavesdrop but I could not help my curiosity.After arguing and trying to make a phone call mummy eventually agreed and we left.

He rasped out, breathless. “Everything isn’t up to y-you. The damage has been done.” He was pale due to the blood loss but what he said snapped something inside me. Like a wind that suddenly turns into a raging mass of tornado or a flicker of light that flooded like molten lava that devours everything on its path. Driven by pure unadulterated rage I didn’t even realize that I had put a crushed orange to shame. His head was smashed into an unrecognizable heap of meat, bones, and the fluffy texture of his brain.

Mara The banging starts at 11:47 p.m. Not polite. Three hard hits that make the picture frames shake. I’m already moving before my brain catches up. Lily sits up in bed down the hall. “Mommy?” “I’m here,” I call out, grabbing the baseball bat from behind my bedroom door because I’m not stupid. Another bang. “Open the damn door, Mara.” Evan. Rage replaces fear so fast it makes me dizzy. I yank the door open without thinking.

THEMES EXPLORED INCLUDE POWER IMBALANCE, OBSESSION, MANIPULATION, AND REDEMPTION IN A SETTING WHERE MORALITY IS BLURRED AND EMOTIONS RUN DANGEROUSLY DEEP. PLEASE PROCEED ONLY IF YOU ARE COMFORTABLE WITH DARK, INTENSE, AND TABOO STORYTELLING. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. PROLOGUE Kieran ~~~~~ It was time. I had waited for years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds that stretched into what felt like an eternity. Russo’s men were gathered from the distance, with guns placed firmly on their hips. They didn’t even notice me; I simply stood there, watching them, my eyes tracing every movement, every gesture, as if memorizing the moment before it'll fall apart.

Many frail women and wives of the ministers fainted , while some ministers got incredibly sick at the sight in front of them . In the place where kneeled a living , moving body of Sabrina , now had a shriveled and dried up mummy . Eyesockets empty , with its mouth hanging open , if not for the clothes , even Lord Moss and Lady Moss wouldn't be able to tell that the mummy was their own daughter . " My - My daughter , what did you do to my daughter?" Lord Moss was looking at the high priest horrified, his mouth agape as he pointed at the dried up mummy .

Four years later. “Mummy, mummy,” the voice of my two boys came through immediately I swung the door to their room open. “Good morning my cuties, already awake and ready for school?” I ruffled their hair while staring into their cute gray eyes just like Jeffery. They had this notable resemblance of Jeffery, thick lashes, plump lips, and curled hair. They were like the replica of Jeffery. Staring at them I felt completely ecstatic, not wanting to dwell in the past but hold onto my double elation.