The Red Pyramid Plot Novels & Stories

"What are you doing here, kid?" Officer Daniel Miller didn't look up from the stacks of ledger paper as I walked into the precinct's back office. The room smelled of stale coffee and gunpowder. On the desk sat a pile of tributes—thick envelopes of cash, expensive watches, and gold rings—sent by families across the Syndicate for the "Red Savior." The person who was going to walk into the Abyss so their kids didn't have to. "Just taking a look at the price of a soul," I said, my voice sounding like gravel.

In the end, they became fanatics of the Red Moon Institute from head to toe! There were even some after they joined Red Moon and got a taste of the wonders of Red Spider. They would recruit their friends to join the institute. Generally speaking, this organization operated like a giant pyramid scheme. Few years down the road, only the devil knew how many fighters had they lured into their institute with the means. God knew the institute had developed into what sort of horrible scale. Dai came up to Lucio at the first opportunity. He reported, “Elderly Windsor, everyone is here at your disposal!”

On the western outskirts of the Emperor Dragon Palace was the Royal Court's army of strange beasts. They were also the strongest forces in the Royal Court. However, these strange beasts were all lying on the ground at this moment. Due to the great deterrence of the red-eyed jade pythons, it had already covered the entire Emperor Dragon Palace. When the weak faced the attitude of the strong, they laid prostrate on the ground in order to show their respect. It could be said that due to the appearance of the red-eyed jade pythons, the main army of strange beasts had already been destroyed.

Explosions erupted around the main pyramid taring it to tatters and sending pieces of sandstone flying in all directions, the person holding the camera aimed it up slightly to get into view an airplane fitted with cannons also raining Hell down in the ancient monumental structure. "That's a Hercules gunship!" Rebecca said knowing a thing or two about military craft. "Who had the audacity to outward attack a world wonder!?" Vlad yelled. "Just watch and see" Jasper said. They saw the pyramid was almost leveled then one final round of ordinance struck igniting the night sky with a blinding flash of orange, the entire screen was so bright they couldn't see anything behind the light. When the bri

Only one person had circled something in red ink, a scarab exactly like the symbol of the House of Khepri. I leaned closer to studying it. "Where is this?" He shook his head as he sighed in defeat. "No one knows. The coordinates were torn from the journal. But..." He smiled. "I believe I can reconstruct them." Ayesha looked surprised. "You can?" "It won't be exact but close enough." Maritza couldn't hide her excitement. "You think this could be..." Professor Hassan finished her sentence. "Kharef's tomb." The room became silent.

Mr Montford reached over and looked at the typed note, his glasses falling lower over his beaked nose. Exhibit 20201: Unknown Deity. Figure is approx. 3000 years old. Found in chamber K19 of a Giza pyramid. Immaculate despite age, the cause of the condition is unknown. It was found with an old papyrus but so far it has been too fragile and complex to translate. On close inspection the symbols on the headpiece are able to be recognised. They depict a sigil that is deemed to have protective powers, whether the piece is for protection or the symbol is to protect against the piece itself in not known.

Unthinkable. Impossible. He clenched the pyramid, savoring how its cool edges pressed into his palm. How his hand throbbed with its wonderfully strange pressure. A sudden moment of clarity. If he returned the pyramid now, he’d never see it again. Even if he scoured Handy’s shelves for months or years, he’d never find it after today. All he had to do was return it—relinquish it—and he’d be free forever. Free. Forever. Ridiculous. Free of what, exactly? A six-by-six-by-six black ceramic pyramid covered with odd etchings? What was there to be free of?

They took their seats wordlessly, a storm already brewing in the silence between them. Azar placed his tablet on the table and tapped the screen. A holographic projection of Red’s base glowed into life. The image pulsed red at certain coordinates—heat signatures, perhaps, or planned movement paths. “He’s moved,” Azar announced coolly. “Red is pulling his assets back to their base. Every single field informant is being recalled. He’s preparing something big.” Zev's expression did not change, but his fingers drummed once against the armrest of his chair. "It was only a matter of time."

Empty. But on the floor just beyond the doorway was another letter. No footsteps. No sound of retreating. Just the wind and the letter, like it had been dropped from the sky. Hands shaking, she picked it up. This one had no name. Inside was just one line: > You waited too long. Elara’s breath caught. She looked outside. And for the first time, she saw the sky was no longer gray. It was red. A deep, unnatural red bleeding across the clouds like someone had spilled blood across the heavens. And there—rising just above the tallest rooftops—was the moon.

Something bright and pure to treasure and corrupt and own forever. “But this guy,” he said, and his face grew tight, “he isn’t about love at all. He’s about hurt and depravity and degradation. Is he a pedophile straight up? I don’t know. Does he like to terrify and torture? I think so. Get him, Marie.” His glowed in a strange way, matching the tiny swatch of red fabric in Marie’s purse. She slipped her fingers and crumpled them around it. “Get him.”