Crippled Black Phoenix Novels & Stories

His tears fell, and his voice quivered when loud sobs goes out of his mouth nonstop. The whole Jade Pavilion was filled by the sound, of the Weeping Phoenix. *** An: what do you think of RM to be the next MINISTER OF THE IMPERIAL ACADEMY OF MEDICINE? Sounds good yeah? 🥰😚😉

The ground was covered in a layer of black ash, the leftover of the burned ants. Chu Xun realized that his attack didn't work out well. The number of ants was simply too huge that he would die sooner or later. Thus, he made a signet with his hands once again. The Eternal Phoenix Scripture! The phoenix's clear and loud cries echoed, seeming to be able to pierce through gold and split stones. The phoenix dived down from the sky with its purple flames covering the place. It flew close to the ground, and its flames burned countless ants into ashes, fighting its way out.

Both Tyron and Adrian remained at a safe distance, their eyes keenly focused on the progressing battle. Suddenly, the Crimson Blood Python radiated an aura of terrifying power, leaving Tyron slightly astonished. "The Phoenix Blood Bird is a descendant of the phoenix," he observed, "but it seems its bloodline has faded considerably over the years. Its strength isn’t as formidable as it once was."

“This is between me and my wife. You think you can play knight in shining armor? I know your type—vultures circling what's left of my meals. Step back, or I’ll ruin you.” Tom laughed, venomous. “Ruin me? You’re a crippled asshole, Magnus. I’m the one building her future. You want a fight? I’ll bury you and your sinking empire.” The word CRIPPLE felt like a slap across Lauren's cheek. She had always hated when people insulted Alex based on his inabilities. But she couldn't stand up for him now. It would only make him feel like he still had some leverage against her. He would see the love she still harboured for him.

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

And what I see has my eyes going wide as I suck in air. “What? What is it? Is it a bad burn?” he asks, looking down and trying to see what I see. When he sees, he frowns. “What is that?” “Mutual submission, like I said,” Phoenix says. Ajax’s chest from his neck to his groin and across both arms to his elbows is covered in an image of a phoenix in flight. Her tail feathers even extend down his thighs on both sides. It’s as if she’s tattooed his entire body with her image.

“What did he mean, when he said the Moon remembers you?” She looked down at her gloved wrist, where the Mark still throbbed faintly through the leather. “It means I’m the last of its bloodline. The Black Moon was forged through sacrifice — through a binding that required a living heir to carry part of its power. That heir was my family. My mother before me. And now… me.” Zevran slowed his horse until they rode side by side. “You said the Echo was gone.” “It was. The Echo was the shadow of what the Moon once was. But the true essence — the core of it — it’s bound to me. Always has been.”