Bracer Phoenix Novels & Stories

But thanks to the gang, it was gone without anyone knowing. "Package secured, I'm comiing out!" Phoenix reported and swiftly changed back into her party wear. She reconfirmed her surrounding before stepping into the main event hall. "Venus, abort mission! Phoenix is out and is moving for the kill," Alpha instructed again. As Phoenix moved around the crowd of guest, a tall handsome guy bumped into her. He hypnotic grey eyes concealed a deadly glint which was masked with a subtle smile. He was apparelled in an all-black elegantly tailored suit. His well-defined face was concealed under a black ancient Greek warrior gladiator mask.

"I map the necrotic vents and disable the Council’s proximity wards. If the Guardian wants a soul, I’ll offer mine so you don't have to break your own." Phoenix finally lifted her gaze. Her hazel-gold eyes were shards of frozen flint. She saw the way his fingers clutched the edge of the desk for support, the way his Alpha aura—once a blinding, arrogant sun—was now a flickering, graying ember. He was offering to be the canary in the coal mine, to melt in the sulfur so she could remain whole.

"My heart didn't beat. My lungs didn't breathe. But Director Okonkwo's people brought me back. They used magic and science and things that shouldn't exist. They made me... this." Phoenix held up a hand, and it became translucent, like smoke. "I exist between life and death. I can touch both worlds. And Director Okonkwo has spent five years teaching me to use that power. To heal. To harm. To control." "This child is confused," Nadia said quickly. "The procedures used to save them were intensive. They've had difficulty distinguishing reality from…" "I can prove it," Phoenix said. "Watch." The child walked to where one of the Council Elders sat, an ancient man who looked frail and sick. Phoenix

He was like a commander who was giving her a task not to die if he would not allow it—that was how she and Teshin felt over his stare. Diana withdrew her gaze, tightened her grip around the Lithium Escaleber, and continued her plight against the tentacles. 'Phoenix! Adjust your size when I tell you so, understand?' Diana communicated through their temporary bond. The Phoenix, who was now being chased by the two main tentacles of the Behemoth, released two sets of beams from its majestic flaming feathers. It burned down half of the tentacles, but since the Nirvana Flame did not last long with its contact, it did not totally eradicate the target.

Morticia's entire body was blood red, and she exuded a terrifying aura. The Blood Phoenix Technique was a unique skill that Morticia used. She had never used it easily. Under Morticia's command, the blood-red phoenix with the power to destroy the world went straight for the three brothers. The three brothers' expressions changed when they saw that scene. They then joined hands and formed a shield in front of them. The blood-red phoenix slammed into the shield the next second. An earth-shattering roar was heard, and the protective film instantly broke. At the same time, the three brothers were also thrown out.

Luna begged her twin sister. Mara shook her head and opened her palm "I was injured while fighting him. They will follow us no matter what we do running. So run away Luna. At least one of us will survive. "This is not the time for that! We have to run while there is still time" Luna was wailing and begging but Mara was ready to sacrifice herself. They are being chased by an unusual person. And Mara was aware of it. No matter what they do running it will find and find them. Because the blood flowing through their bodies is phoenix blood.

"That's right! Jemma was the intruder who seized Baskerville. How could you miss it? You risked our safety!" The man with fiery red hair spoke passionately. As far as I knew, Phoenix was often silent. Now the the bird demon is on fire. My gut feeling is that he's been feeling the most powerful. One flick of his wings, and he burns the enemy. He may have had high expectations during the battle; too bad it never happened. It will never happen. My father had returned, and Phoenix had to bury the Spartan polis he coveted. "I will deliver my apology properly in front of all the creatures. Let's talk about it properly at the meeting table."

“But whatever it is, it responds only to a specific pattern in human DNA.” My heart thudded painfully. “Seraph wasn’t designed to create power,” he continued. “It was built to access this.” The realization hit hard enough to steal my breath. “You used us as keys.” Alexander’s gaze met mine. “You are the key.” A deep, echoing boom came from the corridor behind him. The temperature dropped abruptly—as if every shadow had sucked in a breath. Then she entered. Phoenix. She walked into the chamber like she’d always belonged there—floating an inch above the ground, her feet not touching. The air distorted around her like heat rising off asphalt. Her eyes glowed a brighter white than before—almost

She chuckled softly, “You’re stronger than you think, Nyra. A phoenix doesn’t need to be taught how to burn” A phoenix? She didn’t answer me anymore as the grand halls were opened. The grand ceremonial hall was packed with all high profiled people from all over the region. From council elders to pack nobles and allies representatives. Every important set of eyes in Blood Moon territory and packs under us was present. Perfect for a showdown but still I had no idea of what to do. Slow entrance music began playing as we took steps towards where the devil himself stood. Heads turned and gasps followed suit.

He caught her eye across the facility and gave her a small nod, nothing that would draw attention, just enough to say he had seen her and she was not entirely alone in the room. Beside the equipment rack stood a woman Sierra had not encountered before. Phoenix. She had heard the name in corridor whispers, always with a particular quality of respect that the fighters reserved for very few of their own. At twenty-eight, Phoenix was compact and dark-haired, with the kind of build that suggested speed over power and eyes the color of strong tea that were currently conducting the same assessment of Sierra that Sierra was conducting of her. A scar ran from her left temple to the corner of her mout