Novel & Cerita Phoenix Ch 15

They were barely alive so I took them in and treated them, after 6 months they asked me to be their clan leader, because like a pack Phoenix are strong together even if they don't go berserk after leaving the clan they still need one. After making sure they really wanted it I got an even bigger house for them built, which is where I stay when I have. Though we are Phoenix we still deal with packs, since there is only one Phoenix clan, I am part of the supernatural council. In the council we have a head for each species, usually, once a year, each member of the council gathers with the supernatural they belong to discuss affairs, and since we Phoenix are small in number, we don't usually need

I pressed the accelerator harder, and the engine roared as I sped to my penthouse office—a place to regain my composure. Project Phoenix was all I could ever think of. It was my perfect weapon, a masterpiece that was supposed to crumble Hector's large empire. His darkest secret was a complex money laundering scheme disguised as a legitimate business. This operation funneled billions through a network of shell companies, all linked to drug cartels and deep corruption.

I was slightly taken aback by his outburst. “Oh my God, Justice! You stare at me way too much, it’s uncomfortable. Your gaze is too keen, too interested. You’re way too concerned about my well being and that irks me. I am grateful for the help that you gave me earlier when I needed a place to shower and I am grateful for the fact that I don’t have to share a room with a total stranger and a bathroom with three others, but I just need a little bit of space from your constantly ogling me like you’re trying to figure something out!” Phoenix was breathing hard now, and still looking at anywhere but me. He was sick of me, I knew that much, but from how he refused to look at me, I could tell that

"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

But that life was behind her—forever. “Take care.” When she looked up again, only a rush of wind greeted her. They were gone. Lovett smiled softly to herself and walked back into the bakery. ---- Unknown City, U.S.A The inner sanctum of The Phoenix was cloaked in darkness, lit only by a single lamp. Shadows hugged the walls. At the center of the room, a man lounged in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, fingers tapping lazily against the armrest. His face was half-hidden, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Phoenix fire trying to break free, trapped beneath the corruption like a scream beneath ice. "She's converting them," I breathed. "Taking phoenixes with diluted blood and turning them into... what?" "Proof. Evidence. Living examples that mixing bloodlines creates weakness." Tarn's face was grim. "And if she can turn council members—the strongest among us—what does that say about her argument?" A knock at the door interrupted us. Rose entered, her face pale, baby Mona crying in her arms. But it wasn't a normal infant cry. It was phoenix song, pure and powerful, and it was responding to something.

Phoenix stared up at the elegantly carved ceiling. There was a cold cloth pressed to her head. The servant taking care of her worked silently as she pressed the wet cloth against her forehead, returned it to the bowl of ice-cold water to wet it again but to Phoenix it felt as though every move she made was amplified by some strange powers in a hundred folds.

The next couple of sentences set Bree of to a hyperventilating predicament, and her hands shook so badly the book fell on the ground. “The phoenix attempting the halo expansion during rebirth must be aware of the inner fire spent. The time and size of the expansion are determinant to the consequent time to rebirth. The longer the phoenix uses the power, the grander the time to rise. Caution: If the phoenix extinguishes all inner fire, it won’t be able to rise from the ashes. This technique can be lethal. Use at your own discretion.”

Phoenix then nodded as he walked over to Colt's bed and touched his shoulder before closing his eyes and muttering some ancient Latin words. Vaan enquired, "What is he doing?" “Phoenix has the power to control the mind, but he needs to stare into your eyes to do it. He can also communicate with everyone's inner thoughts, thus even if they are sick or dead, Phoenix can still reach them,” Primo explained while staring at Lilith, "With that, Phoenix can talk to Colt and get him to wake up,” he added. "Why are you acting in this way?” Bianki enquired.

ROMAN’S P.O.V. The Phoenix had fine suites, luxury suites for relaxation, business, and everything in between, but this private room wasn’t built for comfort—it was built for fear. The dim lights cast long, distorted shadows across the walls of dull blood red. The air here was thick, heavy with what was to come. The only light came from a single small chandelier above the center table, and even that light was faint, flickering on and off for effect, like a spotlight in an interrogation room.