Phoenix X Maya の小説・ストーリー

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

He continued ravishing her, suddenly there was loud screeching. Maya woke with up with a shrill screeching of a bird. Annoyed, she tried to snuggle back into her blanket and focus on her dream. But the noise was too loud. She opened her eyes and peered at her window. A red and bluebird were perched on it. "Agni!" Maya said aloud and sat up on the bed. The bird hopped inside and landed on her bed. Maya laughed and caressed its head. She had no idea when or how she had got a pet Phoenix, ever since she had woken up. She had it.

I said and Everyone nodded in agreement. We finished eating and went to our various rooms to prepare after cleaning up. By the time we were all done, it was noon already so we headed to the venue of the concert. We got there and found out it was Twenty-one Pilots that were performing. Buying tickets, we joined the crowd of excited fans. The excitement was actually contagious and again, Twenty-one Pilots is one of my favorite bands. Soon the show started and we were all heady with excitement as we sang along to Heathens, the song they were currently playing.

2. You are a memory that I will always remember for the rest of my life. Everything about you, will always be remembered. Even my heart, it will still be yours. ~ May i go? - Hansaehi Starting from a piece of sushi, becoming a glue for two people who are romantically drunk ~a lover Ahh ... it turns out that remembering those memories requires a lot of energy Tiring tiring tring ..!

"Promise me you won't let him get back into your life no matter what he does or says." "I promise," Maya's replied, finally looking up at me. "Pinky promise," he said firmly and she looked up at me and gave me a loop sided grin before putting her pinky up and interwinwine it around mine "I promise." She said.

Gold swallows hard, focusing on his painting. He started this artwork more than two weeks ago. The lack of time hinders him from painting it perfectly, though as stated, at least it's done. "This is Phoenix in the Fire." He tells everybody, still looking at his work. The portrait is greatly inspired by the polaroid picture he took the first night he and Kolya slept together. The canvas size is 38"W x 75"H, it's big and he can't believe that he's showing this to the public.

Academy gossip, winter festival plans, even who was dating who. “So,” Finley teased, “are you two still doing that identity swap thing?” I swallowed hard. I was about to answer when Phoenix cut in first. “I just wanna play Mobile Legends again. That’s the priority.” I gawked at him. Seriously? Dude was in a coma for weeks and the first thing he wants is a video game?! Then the door opened. Hayden walked in… with Zion and Adonis. My heart dropped straight to the floor. “Hey, Phoenix,” Hayden said casually. Too casually.

“This is what being an Alpha costs. This, and many more that you have tended to yourself as my Luna. You talk about strength and independence like it’s a crown, but this is the weight of it. Scars like this are what you earn when you stand in front of the fire. And I am not going to throw you out on the front lines. I am not going to make you stand in front of the fire. But this is the fucking cost of the power I carry.” “I’m not asking to take your place, Xavier. I am asking you not to cradle as a sensitive child who would bleed if she tripped.” She said, her voice soft but trembling. “I don’t want protection. I want partnership. I don’t want to be behind you, Xavier. I want to be beside yo

A phoenix. The memory hit me with the force of a punch, not the clear memories Cedric helped me build, but the deep, raw fragments from my five-year-old self. Fire. Screaming. And two figures, silhouetted against the flames, wearing masks marked with red and gold phoenix wings. I stumbled back, the wine stain on the cloth suddenly looking like fresh blood. Why is that here? I needed to see it closer, to be sure, but the sound of Lucian’s voice, now echoing from a distant room, snapped me out of the trance. I had to move. I ran toward the laundry, not caring about my pace, my mind repeating the image of that pendant.