Ice Blue Phoenix Bird Novels & Stories

I chuck on my black and green trainers and put on a bit of mascara. I look myself over in the mirror and twirl around. The large phoenix tattoo sitting on my back full on display when I pull my hair up into a bun. The phoenix is made up with whisks of black, brown, red, orange and yellow, like she just flew out of the flames. Her wings span across my shoulder blades and her head looks down to her tail that spreads down my spine and across my lower back. I got the tattoo a week after my nineteenth birthday, the damn thing cost me a small fortune. Looking back on it though my bird is worth every euro I spent on it. The intense colors saturated perfectly and the detail is outstanding.

“Ezekiel won’t allow it.” She watches me and then I see the change in her eye color right in front of me, her irises turning into an orange ring of fire and suddenly it is the Phoenix I am looking at. “She suffers. Greatly,” the Phoenix says, her voice distorted. “She’s slipping away. I can feel it."

I turned to look again, and there was nothing. "Wait!" I said with a frown, my eyes and head moving from side to side. "Let me guess, do you don't see it again?" Michael said and I turned to look at him. "How do you know?" I asked. "The phoenix is a mythical bird known for its cyclical rebirth, rising from the ashes of a previous life. This symbolizes renewal, immortality, and the triumph of life over death," Michael said. "We are werewolf, the home of a Phoenix, would look like a mountain to us, whether or not, a Phoenix bird lives there. But it looked like a ruining castle and sometimes vanishes, in the eyes of humans, when a phoenix is still using the cave as it's home. You will have seen

AZURA. Over one year later… “Phinie! Come here, come on!” Corrado says, holding his arms out to a fifteen-month-old Phoenix. She giggles and toddles over to him. She’s been walking for about four months now and she’s a right little madam. Her dark hair shines under the sun. It may not be as black as mine but it’s equally glossy and straight. As for her eyes, they are a mix of mine and Leo’s, not as light as his and not as bright as mine, but a gorgeous blue that reminds me of a clear blue summer sky.

The blue petals rustled again before a fluffy head popped up. Veronica leaned in closer eyeing the creature curiously before it squawked and bit her nose. She flinched back holding her as the creature skipped out of the bluebells. Veronica rubbed her nose glaring at the bird as he hopped excitedly as if it were mocking her. She got a good look at him. The cere was royal blue, so it was obviously a male bird, and given its size it couldn't be a parrot so it must be a parakeet. The only thing she couldn't figure out is why he was playing around the bushes. Furthermore, she was surprised the fauna in the area hadn't attacked him since birds with vibrant plumage tended to be attacked by other wi

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

Asmodeus thought he is would do the same after his earth elemental attack could be destroyed by Asmodeus. Soil can shape whatever Michael wants. Like right now, he was thinking about what he wanted to do. Phoenix bird. The firebird comes from hell. Fly and then attack the blue dragon. Asmodeus's brow furrowed. He was quite furious to see the ground flying in the air. The phoenix claws from the ground injured the blue fire dragon's body.

“You’ve never seen one, my lady?” “No, they are beautiful,” my attention was drawn to one who filtered to the ground, chirping sadly. It looked like a baby. “Poor thing,” I murmured. “Can I touch them?” “They are well trained so they won’t cause any harm," Teal explained. I crouched down. “He’s too young to fly, isn’t he?” Teal’s eyes flicked toward the little orange bird. “Perhaps. But they all learn eventually.” I took a careful step closer to the little Phoenix. He looked up at me with bright, gold-ringed eyes.

Experienced seniors did not require them, but just like little birds flying the next for the first time, we beginners can use the altitude to our advantage. Raul, a cadet who joined three days ago, relaxes his shoulders takes a deep breath before jumping out of sight. A few moments later, an eagle cry is heard, followed by a blue feathered phoenix rising towards the cloudy sky, twirling happily with the cold wind caressing its feathers. Most Phoenixes here today are a single shade of light blue. I remember seeing a more majestic color-toned version when Adrian drugged me back on the airplane. Perhaps, I was hallucinating from the drugs.

An unholy shriek follows as the lava spews into the sky as the smoke rises. When I smirk, then I see it. I turn to look at Starci and her eyes are wide, like she can’t believe what she is seeing. She blinks rapidly. A shriek grows louder when I turn just in time to see a colossal black phoenix with oranges and reds in the centre of her black tail feathers. As she emerges through the bellowing smoke and ash. The bright orange of her eyes locked on us, the gold of her beak and talons glint in the sunlight. Hovering in the air before she shrieks again, her wings erupting into red and gold flames, she dives towards us.