Crippled Black Phoenix Novels & Stories

"That's impossible. He's dead. He died ten years ago." But I recognized him from the portraits lining the sanctuary's halls. Cassia's son. Kira's older brother. Marcus Phoenix's first attempt at creating a phoenix-wolf hybrid through torture instead of birth. "Cyrus," Marcus Phoenix breathed, and for the first time since I'd met him, he looked truly broken. The Shadow Walkers were using him like a living key, his corrupted phoenix fire eating through the sanctuary's wards from the inside out. Every scream that tore from his throat took another layer of protection with it.

Chase continued asking. "The Black Phoenix, Yvonne Fries?" Lisa, Willow, and Walter shook their heads. "I know who she is." Norm looked a little astonished. "She's a mutated Dark Beast refined by Tack by using Hellfire, the blood of the phoenix, and his old lover, Yvonne Fries' mind and soul." Mutated Dark Beast? Blood of the phoenix? Old lover? Hellfire? Everyone was shocked to hear this. They never expected Tack to be perverted enough to use his old lover's mind and soul to refine a Dark Beast.

The only thing I have left, and he’s using the blood to buy his way back in. "Prepare the transport, Blackwood," Phoenix said, her voice clinical and dead. She turned her back on them, her white blazer fluttering like a shroud. "If he gets so much as a scratch, I will use your own silver blade to end your line. Starting with you." "Understood," Kael whispered to the shadows. The armored convoy sat idling in the dark. The engines were a low, impatient thrum. Phoenix took the passenger seat of the lead APC. The coordinates for the Black Abyss Ruins glowed a malevolent, pulsating crimson on the screen.

Lavana's mate interrupted him, "Shut it. You know very well that before you get here, I'd already killed her. I might consider sparing her life if you answer my questions frankly. So, who are you two and why was Glinda stalking me and my mate?" Narfi gritted his teeth with his hands balled into fists. "Are you talking or not?" Phoenix uncrossed his arms and took out a transparent small bottle containing a foul-smelling dark liquid. He opened the pot's lid and emptied the contents into the boiling water. Glinda attempted to get out, but he forced her back in before covering the pot again. "So?" Phoenix asked with a raised eyebrow. Narfi sighed and stopped balling his hands. Then he answered,

In the next second, a black phoenix burst through the hole while letting out a piercing cry. "Adela cried out, "Kill them, Ebony Phoenix!" The Ebony Phoenix flapped its wings, soaring towards Ramont and Augheimer. It stopped in mid-air, stretching out its wings to its maximum wingspan. The dark space energy around Augheimer seemed to be sucked away, quickly channeling into the phoenix. Augheimer's energy aura was drained within the blink of an eye, and the Ebony Phoenix let out another cry as the last of the power of dark space disappeared. In the next instant, a jet of black flames shot out of the phoenix's mouth.

"You! You little rascal! Forget it, I don't want to argue with you anymore. Remember to come see me when you're free." "Yes, I will." After hanging up, Chad vaguely felt that Janette had something to say to him. However, compared to his sister, nothing else was important. So, with that in mind, he picked up his phone and looked through his chat history with Black Phoenix. In Chad's freshman year, Black Phoenix added Chad on social media, claiming to be a private investigator. Initially, Chad thought that they were a scammer, but Black Phoenix accurately provided all the information about Chad's sister.

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

It seemed he was convinced the man no longer had any useful information. "Sir, he is no longer useful," Roberto glanced at Jaxter, who was changing his shirt, turning his back to Richo, who was surprised to see the tattoo on Jaxter’s back. "You are Jaxter? The leader of Black Phoenix?" Richo looked shocked, his surprise even surpassing his pain. "You won’t dissolve me, will you? Please." The man looked very pleading. He knew the reputation of this man—whoever dealt with him ended up dissolved in acid. "Aren’t you going to free me?"

He jeered. Maya simpered, and with a low, tight and controlled voice, she said. "Some people are crippled on their feet, which is physical but do you know the worst kind of people? Those that are crippled in their brain and cannot think straight." Her fist tightened as she smirked, her tone sharp, laced with disgust and hatred. "And do you know what? You fall into that category of people!"