Bracer Phoenix Novels & Stories

Eliza inquired, her face calm. She had placed too much faith in this creature. Ragnuk, of course, was not a weakling. However, his matchup was unfavourable. Perhaps he could have won if he had fought Henry. His hellfire was powerful enough to burn through Henry's different defences, yet it was nothing more than normal fire against the person who carries the phoenix's stigmata. [Name- Eliza Kraus Age- 19 Race- Human Title- Swift Sword Class- Bladedancer

They would not feel the urge to do as I said, but I would still feel their emotions and could manipulate the bond to send emotions to them like I did when Ezra was pissed off after the Ashely bullshit. I felt arms wrap around my waist, and I turned to see Phoenix. Her eyes were bright, and she was dressed for combat. Apparently, when going into combat, the Royal Guard all had armor that they wore. It was silver and gold, the Venscothi family colors. I was ecstatic that my eyes held the shade. Papa and Leonidas had been using manipulation magic the entire time to keep their silver hidden, so that it would not point back to me at all. They removed the manipulation, and I was excited that it wa

Like a ghost, it annihilated all the eight beasts in one swoop, and not a single one of them survived. The power of a Divine Emperor-level phoenix was truly terrifying, and it left Andrius stunned. “How was that?” The phoenix circled back and asked proudly. “Thank you for saving me. How may I address you?” Andrius asked sincerely. “I’m Alaric Phoenix. Since you are my kin, you can call me Alaric.” Alaric Phoenix… was an imposing name. Andrius nodded and said, “Thank you, Alaric.” “Mm...” Alaric then pointed to the eight corpses of the fiends. “These creatures will be of great benefit to you. Consider them my gift to you.”

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

Our scarred mentor hung in Alaric's grip, feet dangling above the ground. "Marcus!" I started forward, but Nova grabbed me. "Wait," she hissed. "Look at his hand." Marcus's right hand, hidden from Alaric's view, held something that gleamed with inner light. A phoenix-tear blade—one of only three ever forged, each one capable of killing even ancient monsters like Alaric. As Alaric pulled him closer, gloating, Marcus struck.

"I do not wish to fight such lowly soul like you. If you want the orb, be deserving of the orb. It's not like I can give it to you, work for it." Okay that's it. It looks to Nisemono that the guardian doesn't just want him to have the orb. If the guardian wants him to work for it, then he'll fight for it. One thing that the Angel Keisuke gave Nisemono was the power called Phoenix, a fire bird that can attack its enemy, giving a fatal burn. "Phoenix," Nisemono calls and his power appeared. Like some kind of spear, he throws it at the guardian who was now sitting calmly on the branch. As soon as the fire approached, Pika just snapped his finger and like a bubble Nisemono's attack disappeared.

"For protection. For clarity. For remembering who you are when you're far from home." Dr. Vasquez handed Phoenix communication device. "I built this. It connects to the network. Lets you reach family instantly. Across any distance. You're never truly alone. We're always one call away." Grace gave Phoenix their shared stuffed dinosaur. The one she'd loved since she was three. "So you remember. Remember being child. Remember playing. Remember home. Remember us." Reaper gave Phoenix watch. Simple. Elegant. Inscribed on the back: "Time always brings you home."

he added, reaching out to grab Phoenix’s hand. But she caught his instead. It was strange how her slender palm could restrain a mighty warrior’s arm so effortlessly. “Oh… you’re the fiery type. I love that. But I don’t have time for roleplay today,” he said, trying to laugh it off as he used his other hand to grab her waist. She caught that hand too. “What—ahhhh!” A scream tore out of him as Phoenix twisted both his arms and flung him backward. The sound of bones snapping echoed faintly, followed by his sharp cry of pain.

We’re all ultra aware of it as we fight. They don’t seem to be as strong as Emery is which is a good thing because there’s more of them than there are of us. Phillip and Phoenix make a great team, they’re born fighters and with Phoenix’s ability they are able to render the people unconscious pretty fast. If anyone has any damage then I come to heal them. It’s times like this though that I’m grateful that I have learned how to fight because I don’t want to be just another pretty thing on the side.

His body had used everything all at once. A few minutes later, Creed again picked himself from the ground. His stamina and Chakra reserves were still drained out. His eyes were sullen from it and his stomach was growling too. Putting aside his hunger and exhaustion, Creed summoned the holographic console in front of him again. Some notifications were visible on the screen. [Congratulations!! Mr. Creed Gryffon. You have successfully broken the highest record made by contender Varun Bakshi of the Phoenix Clan.] “Who is this Varun Bakshi?” Creed pondered on the notification, “Wait!! He is from the Phoenix Clan!!”