Novel & Cerita How Many Chapters In Order Of The Phoenix

Chapter: 14 ****** "No!" Phoenix cried from behind them, he willed water on the burning room but the fire kept growing. "Stop, Leonardo!" He pleaded, making his way through flames towards them but the fire was great. "You're going to hurt you both?" His words of warning fell on deaf ears. When he reached both men their bodies were already filled with flames that surged from one body into the other. The brightness of the room grew into the sky, darkening the day, and turning it into night.

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.

Chapter 44 - Worship Alora I flipped through the pages of the phoenix book the jinx family had kept for generations. There was so much to process, like what abilities I now possessed because of what I was. It made my head hurt; there was so much to learn, so much to figure out. I was now different than normal fae; I was now a shifter. But, unlike most shifting fae, my order didn't communicate with me. Instead, it was a part of me; we were one and the same.

Chapter 44 - Worship Alora I flipped through the pages of the phoenix book the jinx family had kept for generations. There was so much to process, like what abilities I now possessed because of what I was. It made my head hurt; there was so much to learn, so much to figure out. I was now different than normal fae; I was now a shifter. But, unlike most shifting fae, my order didn't communicate with me. Instead, it was a part of me; we were one and the same.

“Let’s go face the peanut gallery.” He grinned. “Lead the way, Phoenix.” We walked back toward the circle of chairs where Mama, Mama Red, and my brothers—Matteo and Salvatore—were camped out like royalty surveying their kingdom. My papa stood nearby, arms crossed, watching us with that unreadable expression he’d perfected over decades of fatherhood. Wolf didn’t flinch. Just nodded respectfully. “Sir.” Papa looked him up and down, then gave a slow nod. “You treat her right, you’ll have no trouble from me.”

Chapter 43 Phoenix was hooking up the third heavy bag, as she’d already split two of them in half. The sweat was pouring down her face as she took out every frustration, every grievance she could on the bag. She kicked, punched and elbowed with such ferocity that the bag began to separate at the seams and sand began spilling out.

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But just then, the world tilted. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. The protective barrier around the Phoenix Court, the one my mother had sealed with a fragment of her very soul had shattered. "That's impossible," I whispered. No demon beast, no matter how powerful, should have been able to breach it. Not unless…there was a traitor. Franz and I rushed out. The clan was in chaos. High-level demon beasts had invaded. A fledgling Phoenix, barely ten, was pinned beneath the foot of a boar-beast. She was moments from death.

“That’s not just a scouting party.” “No,” I agreed. “That’s the first wave.” Distorted bodies slammed against the boundary as one, making the ground underneath our feet tremble from the force of it. The Phoenix fire didn’t just hold. It reacted to their darkness, feeding on it. And just like that, the battle began. ***** OCTAVIA. My breath caught in my throat. Demons. These were legitimate demons. Imagine Nightmare Land where all the crazy ass shit that your mind could conjure came to life. Quick flashes of memories, Storm’s memories to be precise, flooded through me. Many different encounters over the years were seen. Some more terrifying than the last.

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace and the phoenix tattoo on her wrist that marked her rebirth. Rafael's intake of breath was audible. "Jesus, Natalie. You're..." "What?" "Perfect." He traced the tattoo with one finger, his touch feather-light. "This is beautiful. What does it mean?" The question hit her like a physical blow. The phoenix was everything—her death, her rebirth, her transformation from victim to avenger. It was the symbol of rising from ashes, of becoming something stronger and more dangerous than what came before. But she couldn't tell him that. So she gave him a version of the truth instead.