Bracer Phoenix Novels & Stories

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.

"The extraction grid is locked! The blood moon has reached its tilt, and you cannot stop the flow without destroying your own heart!" The circular iron platform beneath my feet violently shrieked, a massive, parasitic wave of silver-blue lightning shooting upward through my ankles and wrapping around my waist like an iron chain. I let out a sharp, breathless cry of agony as my golden veins pulsed visibly against my wrists, the altar actively trying to rip the ancient Phoenix spark out of my womb. But I didn't back down. I didn't scream for Kaelen. I planted my feet flat against the silver-infused iron, my hands crackling with bright golden electricity as I drew the raw, unyielding furnace of

We landed with my back facing the ground full of marbles, shattered bottles, and garbage while she landed in a kneeling position with her blazing eyes still staring at me and her hand on my neck. “Never forget that I AM MIKHA’EL,” She said in a thundering voice that made the whole place shake, and she stood up and spread her wings and flew away in her phoenix form. Like nothing happened. Yes, I am nothing compared to her. HE IS MICHAEL who disguises himself as a teenage girl. WTF?

She's not the broken survivor, not the reluctant leader, not the woman who cried in my arms after nightmares. She's something else. She's the Phoenix. And she's beautiful. --- The last man falls. She stands in the middle of the chamber, surrounded by bodies, covered in blood, her eyes still blazing, her hands still glowing. And then she turns to us. She looks at Zara, broken and bleeding, and her eyes soften, just a little. She looks at Helena, shattered and sobbing, and her eyes soften more. She looks at Cutter, barely conscious, barely alive, and a tear slides down her cheek.

“So, Ben invited me because Abby asked him too? Oh, and what about that Martini?” A smirk curves up from his lips. I glare at him. “Was it also a setup?” “No, sweetheart. Brad doesn’t know anything, but Phoenix used to drink there every night, and then he eventually got tired, so he stopped. He made his own drinks and named it after you.” “It’s not flattering! It’s insulting!” I pout. My shoulder droop, feeling exhausted. “Is he sick?” “Emotionally unstable, yeah, but he’s not sick like sick.”

Her eyes, burning with ancestral fire, locked onto his. “I am the Flamebearer of Saphiren. I have reclaimed what is mine. And you... will not touch my family again.” The ground split beneath her feet, casting the High Priest back with a shockwave of golden light. Phoenix glyphs seared the air, burning away the walls that fed on despair.

Phoenix shook his head in pity. "Who are you? Why can't you let her go? We haven't done anything that's considered harmful to you guys right? And I promise if you let her go..." "I don't plan on doing so, Narfi." "Why? Please let her go. I'll give you anything." Phoenix looked amused. "What could you possibly have that I desire?" "Wealth, Intel..." "SHH! Be quiet," Phoenix warned and then took out the dagger from his storage ring. It levitated and dismembered, eventually turning into a peacock fan with the initials P. S. A. He smilingly asked. "Now you see why?"

However, her expression changed drastically in just a few seconds. She realized a powerful force was attacking the phoenix, and its internal organs were injured. Before the phoenix swallowed James, he transformed the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell into armor to protect his body. He threw punches and swung his feet at the flames approaching him. Every time he extinguished one of the flames, the phoenix would screech in pain. The woman’s body trembled, and she instantly suffered injuries. At that moment, the man that came out together finally made a move. He hurriedly stepped over to the woman, supported her, and said, “Let him out, Frances. He must be a hidden powerhouse. Your phoenix is not a match

With the combined power of Isabella's natural born magick, and Griffin's mystery power, he never would tell me what he was, the vial of Silas's royal blood mixed with Ryker's, Nathaniel's and my powerful royal blood they are able to remove the enchanted silver bracelet without losing Ruth or Cara or making a sacrifice of themselves, as they know I wouldn't have let them proceed with it if that is what had to happen. I sit on the hill above the training ground, watching as Phoenix goes through his sparring routine. I have always loved watching him move, always so graceful. I place my hand on my swollen belly and smile, remembering the miracle and surprise of them. After Phoenix saved me from

"Ilusyon lang ito! Ang barko ay sinusubukan tayong basagin bago tayo makarating sa Spark!" ​Sa dulo ng silid, isang pinto ang bumukas at tumambad ang High Guardian of the Spark—isang nilalang na may apat na braso, balot ng gintong armor, at may hawak na isang staff na naglalabas ng itim na kidlat. ​ANG PAGISING NI ALEXANDER ​Samantala, sa loob ng Black Phoenix, nagsimulang magwala ang mga monitors. Si Alexander ay lumulutang sa loob ng kanyang nursery pod, ang kanyang mga kamay ay nakadikit sa salamin.