The Nameless One

By Kathryn Meyer Griffith

The Nameless One...a sexy horror short story.

Sometimes revenge can only be achieved with magic.
Laura and Julian Bennet are husband and wife Egyptologists who're looking for the ancient tomb of a lost Egyptian lesser wife…one who'd been so evil and destructive her tomb has no name, she has no name. She was a stunningly beautiful and sensual sorceress who once had her lover, Rameses II, under her evil love spell…until the more powerful Priests of Amun captured and locked her into a magical sarcophagus for all eternity. Or so they'd thought. But when Laura and Julian find her tomb, the price it costs them is far more than they were prepared to pay. Julian's life. Then Laura, heartbroken, must delve into the most dangerous of black magics to defeat the demon called the Nameless One, gain revenge, and put the demon back where she belongs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kathryn Meyer Griffith
• Release date: Nov 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519978578

Kathryn Meyer Griffith

About Kathryn Meyer Griffith...Since childhood I’ve been an artist and worked as a graphic designer in the corporate world and for newspapers for twenty-three years before I quit to write full time. But I’d already begun writing novels at 21, almost fifty years ago now, and have had thirty-one (romantic horror, horror novels, romantic SF horror, romantic suspense, romantic time travel, historical romance, thrillers, non-fiction short story collection, and murder mysteries) previous novels and thirteen short stories published from various traditional publishers since 1984. But, I’ve gone into self-publishing in a big way since 2012; and upon getting all my previous books’ full rights back for the first time have self-published all of them. My five Dinosaur Lake novels and Spookie Town Murder Mysteries (Scraps of Paper, All Things Slip Away, Ghosts Beneath Us, Witches Among Us, What Lies Beneath the Graves, All Those Who Came Before, When the Fireflies Returned) are my best-sellers.I’ve been married to Russell for over forty-three years; have a son, two grandchildren and a great-granddaughter and I live in a small quaint town in Illinois. We have a quirky cat, Sasha, and the three of us live happily in an old house in the heart of town. Though I’ve been an artist, and a folk/classic rock singer in my youth with my late brother Jim, writing has always been my greatest passion, my butterfly stage, and I’ll probably write stories until the day I die...or until my memory goes.2012 EPIC EBOOK AWARDS *Finalist* for her horror novel The Last Vampire ~ 2014 EPIC EBOOK AWARDS * Finalist * for her thriller novel Dinosaur Lake.*All Kathryn Meyer Griffith’s 31 novels and 13 short storiesare available everywhere in eBooks, paperbacks and audio books.Novels and short stories from Kathryn Meyer Griffith:Evil Stalks the Night, The Heart of the Rose, Blood Forged, Vampire Blood, The Last Vampire (2012 EPIC EBOOK AWARDS*Finalist* in their Horror category), Witches, Witches II: Apocalypse, Witches plus Witches II: Apocalypse, The Nameless One erotic horror short story, The Calling, Scraps of Paper (The First Spookie Town Murder Mystery), All Things Slip Away (The Second Spookie Town Murder Mystery), Ghosts Beneath Us (The Third Spookie Town Murder Mystery), Witches Among Us (The Fourth Spookie Town Murder Mystery), What Lies Beneath the Graves (The Fifth Spookie Town Murder Mystery), All Those Who Came Before (The Sixth Spookie Town Murder Mystery), When the Fireflies Returned (The Seventh Spookie Town Murder Mystery), Egyptian Heart, Winter’s Journey, The Ice Bridge, Don’t Look Back, Agnes, A Time of Demons and Angels, The Woman in Crimson, Human No Longer, Six Spooky Short Stories Collection, Haunted Tales, Forever and Always Romantic Novella, Night Carnival Short Story, Dinosaur Lake (2014 EPIC EBOOK AWARDS*Finalist* in their Thriller/Adventure category), Dinosaur Lake II: Dinosaurs Arising, Dinosaur Lake III: Infestation and Dinosaur Lake IV: Dinosaur Wars, Dinosaur Lake V: Survivors, Dinosaur Lake VI: The Alien Connection, Memories of My Childhood and Christmas Magic 1959.Her Websites:Twitter: https://twitter.com/KathrynG64My Blog: https://kathrynmeyergriffith.wordpress.com/My Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/KathrynMeyerGriffith67/Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/kathryn.meyergriffith.7http://www.authorsden.com/kathrynmeyergriffithhttps://www.goodreads.com/author/show/889499.Kathryn_Meyer_Griffithhttp://en.gravatar.com/kathrynmeyergriffithhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/kathryn-meyer-griffith-99a83216/https://www.pinterest.com/kathryn5139/You Tube REVIEW of Dinosaur Lake: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDtsOHnIiXQ&pbjreload=101

Book preview

I really don’t know what’s gotten into me lately. He panted into her ear after they made love the last time, exhausted. His scent was musky and strong. It radiated off his skin and out of his sweat. It was an intense, scorching heat. If you put paper against his bare skin at that moment, surely, it would burst into flame.

"Gotten into you, hey? She teased back, nudging a shoulder at him, careful not to let her unease creep in and spoil it all as she pulled his naked body tightly against hers. Oh, I know, you’re just in one of your...moods. Horny. That’s all. But that was great." She wasn’t lying. She’d made it three times, exploded like a stick of dynamite each and every one. Sighing in the darkness, she wiped the sweat from her eyes and steadied her breathing. Her hand trembled as it rested along the curve of his buttocks and lightly traced its outline. She moved in closer, snuggling, the shapes of their bodies fitting together like two perfect puzzle pieces.

Again, she ignored the warning voice deep in her head. Julian had never been like this before. So lusty and insatiable. Better late than never, she’d tried to convince herself. So what if it seemed at times these last few weeks that he was actually giving off this aura of eroticism? So what if whenever they rode into that small village where they obtained their weekly supplies, women were actually turning to stare at him, accidentally bumping into him everywhere they went just so they could touch him? It had to be her imagination. Julian?

Oh, he was good looking enough. Handsome, really, with his compact frame, his tanned skin, brooding eyes, and long blond hair as silky as a woman’s. But, he was no Adonis. She merely happened to love him.

They’d been together since their college days, had specialized in the same field, Egyptian antiquities, and had been all over Egypt on different digs together. They’d been inseparable. For Laura, except for her work, the sun rose and set on Julian Bennet. She loved him more than life itself, and he, her.

My legs are jelly...good thing we’ve got a couple of hours before dawn so I can get my strength back, she told him, stretching languidly in the steamy tent. I’m going to need it.

It was sweltering, and a fine coating of white desert dust covered every inch of their naked bodies. It mingled with their sweat and globbed in the creases of their skin. She didn’t care.

The tent was tiny and crowded with clothes, bags, papers, chunks of ancient cracked pottery, and sections of painted walls–the implements and baggage of their jobs. Outside their tent, in the desert night where it was growing cooler, they could hear the mules snorting and the wind crying like souls lost in Hades. She didn’t care.

They couldn’t touch, caress, or hold each other enough during the long Egyptian nights.

Ever since they’d uncovered the lost tomb they’d been searching for for so long in the steep cliffs past Memphis, they’d been gripped in a fever of uncontrollable sexuality–as if some invisible and scentless aphrodisiac hung in the very air and had turned them into sex-starved animals. They’d made