Novel & Cerita Crippled Black Phoenix

Serenity Jones "I hate you! I really hate you! You should have died with your miserable mother that day!" Alexandra yelled after me as we both walk out of my room. I kept trying my best to ignore her as this isn't her first time displaying her madness but right now, she just crossed the line. I have always ignored the part where she calls me names but taking it far and insulting my poor late mother is what I won't take from her. Alexandra is my stepmother's daughter. I was 7 when my poor mother died in a terrible car accident and months later, my Dad married Janet, her mom.

For some reason I felt completely comfortable with June even though I had spent more time with Jenny. “Alright well maybe I can put your mind to ease. There are a few people in this world that realized a long time ago that the justice system could not help everyone. Too often the people that need help the most are the ones left to their own wits. Jenny and I grew up watching our mother getting hurt a lot. No one helped her, and eventually he killed her. We knew then that we would find a way to help others in her situation, so Clipped Wings was born.” June patiently explained to me.

The devil is whispering again you're about to do something stupid" I gritted my teeth, ignoring him. I was tired of being weak. Tired of sitting in this damn wheelchair, of watching everyone walk past me like I was a door mat. I had to heal. I had to be the man I used to be. For myself. For my pack. "For Daphne." My wolf added the thought I've tried desperately to ignore. I swallowed hard at the thought of her, the pain of it settling deep in my chest. She saw me as a failure, the same eyes that once looked at me in adoration were now filled with contempt. No, I had to win her back, if only I could walk again. Taking a deep breath, I gripped my thigh with both hands and forced my leg to move

Then— Crack! A horrifying sound echoed through the temple ruins. Phoenix twisted both his arms upward violently. The bones instantly broke apart. The muscular warrior released a scream so painful that many warriors subconsciously shivered. Before he could even recover— Boom! Phoenix kicked him away casually with one slender leg. Yet the force behind that kick was monstrous. The muscular warrior’s body flew backward like a broken ragdoll before crashing heavily into a broken tower inside the temple ruins. The impact shook the ground. A dull thud echoed loudly.

I sense the shock on the faces of his friends as he gasps for air, clutching his ribs in pain. “Get him, Jamal! Don’t let the newbie humiliate you like that!” “Oh damn, Jamal is definitely fucked up. Turns out the new guy can fight after all. He was just concealing his strength.” This is bad publicity. Something I desperately want to avoid in Blackridge. I don’t want anyone snooping into my business or coming to me for protection. “Daaaaamn you!” Jamal roars as he charges again. But he is not even a worthy opponent. His charge is a bluff.

" Veronica was left speechless, her face twisted with resentment as she glared at me. … Three days later, Veronica's wedding and mine were held at the same hotel. In the dressing room, she glanced at my wedding dress with a mocking smile. "Even if you dress beautifully, what's the point? You're still marrying a cripple who can't stand. "Oh right, a cripple can only sit in a wheelchair. He probably won't be able to satisfy you in bed either. How pitiful. You'll have to take the initiative, won't you? "I also heard he doesn't have much time left. Once you marry him, you might end up a widow for life. Unlike me—I have Lex's love, and we even have a child together."

CHAPTER 61.2 THIRD PERSON P.O.V They won't die in the hands of that Alpha. They won't die in the hands of that Valcarcel. The Valcarcel whom they viewed as the monster on the battlefield, the cold-blooded beast on the battlefield, and the most feared yet respected Alpha. Because in this day, they now realized that the reason why Phoenix was disabled, why he can't walk, was because it was part of the deal with the Lord God in exchange to reset the world.

They shielded their faces, hissing, their pale skin reflecting the light like mirrors. One—braver or more foolish than the rest—made the mistake of testing the barrier. The scream that tore from his throat was something beyond agony. His flesh didn't burn—it incinerated, blackening and curling away from bone in seconds. The Phoenix fire didn't consume him like ordinary flame; it rejected him, repelled him with violent force. He recoiled, clutching what remained of his hand, the stump cauterized and smoking. His screams echoed across the courtyard, a warning written in blood and ash.

I clear my throat before talking loudly for everyone inside to hear me, “Hello everyone, I’m sure that you have plenty of questions. But if you don’t mind, please go outside and I will do my best to provide answers for you.” No one argued, slowly leaving the building and joining the bigger group outside. Charlie and I walk to the door and in a soft voice he encourages me, “You’ve got this.” I smile back at him before turning to address the crowd. I speak loud enough for everyone to hear me, “You all know who I am. I am Phoenix Black, son of Xavier Black. There are some things you might not know that will be crucial to know moving forward. Xavier Black is dead.”