The Mummy Or Ramses The Damned Novels & Stories

My throat tightened and tears welled in the corners of my eyes. For the second time that morning, I was at loss for words and didn’t know how to react. So, I let my body do the talking—I raised a leg and kicked, harder than I ever did before. Because of how fast things were happening, I didn’t even have the luxury to be shocked about how vampires were real after all. And yet, I now have one more mind-blowing information to process—it’s about how I managed to kick a mythical creature’s nuts so hard that I sent him rolling on the floor in pain.

Beside him, Kasim stood with a knowing smile. "He has not left her side once." Ramose sighed. "I've known His Majesty for twenty years. I've never seen him sleep beside anyone." Kasim glanced toward the closed chamber doors. "The prophecy has begun." Neither warrior realized… Inside the room… The Pharaoh and the woman chosen by eternity were staring at one another in complete confusion. And somehow… Neither of them wanted to be the first to look away. —-----------------------------

Ethan's shout resounded through the collapsing chamber, resonating off the dividers as the heart of the abyss beat with renewed, noxious energy. The ground trembled brutally underneath him, and he could feel the chamber tearing apart. Miriam was gone, devoured by the darkness, her sacrifice in vain.

So I'd shifted, consequences and pregnancy be absolutely damned, and run straight toward where I'd felt him fall through our connection. The battlefield was pure, unfiltered chaos. A walking commotion. Wolves fighting desperately everywhere I looked. Blood and death and screaming filling the air. Corrupted wolves moving wrong, their bodies twisted and broken by dark magic into some demonic or nightmares versions of what they used to be. And mages—fucking combat mages throwing spells that exploded on impact that set wolves on fire that turned solid ground into deadly quicksand. In a bright sustainable scenario, I would be absolutely glad to see mage, as it was one o my dreams, to see one, but

Right? …Oh God. I collapsed onto my bed, mentally screaming. Lucian was… intense. Rough. Confident. Very, VERY experienced. And I was… A virgin. A painfully curious, sexually frustrated virgin who just accidentally watched the hottest live-action p**n in existence performed by the one man who already made my stomach do cartwheels when he was fully clothed. Now I’d seen… everything. I rolled onto my back and covered my burning face. “I’m going to hell.”