Order Of The Phoenix Book Cover Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Actually, we had been placed at the bottom of all the beast clans because the beastkin regarded us as the faded Peacock Clan. What they didn’t know was that we were, in fact, the Phoenix Clan. We had no interest in the competition, so we sealed our noble bloodline and remained hidden. We phoenixes have always kept a low profile, earning our wealth through diamonds and the trade of enchanted goods—unlike the other clans, who rely on power and politics. If the clans were ranked by wealth, we would confidently claim first place.” "Our people pursue ascension. Most of our wealth goes toward cultivating and refining spiritual medicine. This world’s resources are limited. We have no interest in s

A small notebook lay near his feet. He picked it up, it was Aria’s drawing book. He looked toward the school gate but it had already closed. A helpless sigh escaped him. “How did she not notice she dropped her drawing book?” Then he paused. He hadn’t noticed his missing keys or wallet either. That realization made him chuckle softly. For the first time in years, he felt a genuine lightness in his chest. He hesitated before opening the book. Inside were drawings, messy, colorful, childish. Drawings of her mother, Bella, dogs but none of her father. He flipped page by page until he reached one that made him still.

She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall. Fueled by anger, the Phoenix flew directly into the red dragon, slicing his neck open. He tried to sink his teeth into her, and she kicked him with both feet. He quickly sunk his talon into her thigh, and she screeched in pain. The dragon hit her in the head with his powerful tail and knocked her out. Cyrus had her now, and he took off with her in his talons.

She picked up the journal, opened it to the first page, and read the name inside the front cover. Cressida, who was across the room, heard Phoenix go quiet. She turned around. Phoenix was looking at the journal. Then at Cressida. Then at the journal again. “This is yours,” Phoenix said. “Yes.” “How.” “The collection’s provenance is less tidy than we hoped.” Cressida held out her hand. “May I have it back.” Phoenix did not give it back immediately. She looked at the page she had opened to, which Cressida could not see from across the room but could guess at.

Bloodlines of the east. Then she stopped. Tucked between two massive books, almost hidden, was a thick book. Black leather. No title on the spine but it drew her attention. The cover was stamped in silver foil: a wolf wreathed in flame, a crown floating above its head. Underneath, In faded script: The west kingdom:a place of fire, control and purity. Hazel's breath caught. The mark on her wrist warmed. She opened the cover And a feeling overwhelmed her like a Warmth.

It was not all, the cover was the eyes of werewolves. My brows furrowed in keen interest as well as something I can't name settling within me. Without thinking further, my hand took out the book and the front cover showed the face of werewolves with its eyes glowing in a golden hue. I brushed my fingers on the cover, mesmerized by the image. It was delicately printed and made.

Even Logan decided to make them a drink because he couldn't stand the drowsiness that assaulted him. “Thanks for the drink!” Alice looked at Logan who only the man nodded. They refocused on reading the books until "I got them!" Xander exclaimed when he finished reading the thick book with a blood-red cover. After Xander had finished the 2 thick books, his attention had been turned to the book with a blood-red cover with black and white wing crests in front of it. He had noticed that Alice and Logan had been ignoring the book all along. Even at first, the book was in the earliest order, but no one wanted to read it. He also wanted to ignore the book and wanted to have a book with a green cove

The tattoo of the phoenix on the baby's left hand. She knew she was holding the Phoenix of Winter in her arms. Finally! She had her chance. Discarding the lifeless body of the baby's mother, Ursula flew with the baby on her magical broom to a very desolate tower. Her plan was to keep her there, because if she is caged in, there is no way she would be able to find the destined Ice King.

I returned a favoring smile to her by doing it genuinely before I took the book on her soft palm, an almost thick book with a blue cover. The book is heavy. On the front cover, there is a closed eye with long black thick lashes in a form of feathers placed inside a pentagon. Outside the badge has a wonderful abstract ocean and sunrise. Below it, golden embossed letters are shining to make its cover spectacular: BOOK OF A ZONER "Begin reading from page two to page five," Psyche said to me, stopping me in amazement. So I did what she wanted me to do. I flipped the pages until I reached the second page of the book. I started reading what's on it.

’ Sure enough, towards the lower half of the shelf, my name stood out in vibrant lettering. Without thinking, I reached out and snatched the book from the shelf. I reminded myself to be quiet as I gawked at the cover of my own book. The entire thing was scarlet in color. It was this vibrant, flaming shade amongst a shelf full of dark colored books. The thread that spelled out my name was a shimmering gold. The phoenix tattoo that now sat across my back seemed to tingle, as though these two things were connected in a way.