Rise Of The Phoenixes Book の小説・ストーリー

"What has this got anything to do with me?" Chase could not understand the woman in front of him. Why would she say all these in the arena? "Before that, allow me to share a secret with you. The male and female phoenixes were supposed to be one." Chase was about to say something when Yara interrupted him, "The Rising of the Phoenix is not only about enhancing power after rebirth; it's a process of a male turning into a female and vice versa.

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

It's coz of something else. "Ok. Be safe, big bro." Peter said with a small smile. "Hmmm," Phoenix nodded. He walked to the table and waved at them before light covered him and he vanished. Now that he was gone, Peter's smile vanished. He turned to face his little sis. "I'm gonna read you something very intriguing." He sat beside her on the bed and took out a red book written in a strange language. Seeing the book, she immediately sat up. "You're not gonna read me that, are you?" she asked with a shaky voice.

I never took risks, never did anything that could jeopardise everything I am doing to survive, I spent my time working and then going home to my small one bed apartment, and even at work I took no risks, accepting a job in a back office; where I would see no one and no one to see me. you may be wondering why I take no risks, why live on take out and microwave meals, it's because I can't afford to be found, my parents did everything they could to hide me. To keep me out of the place I know is out there, to keep me away from the supernatural. Not because I wasn't one of them, but because I was the last of my kind. the last phoenix shifter. Many believe my kind is lost and perhaps we are, my p

Then more followed. Not together. Not coordinated. Just numbers. They came from different angles, different timings, each one trying to land something before someone else did. Phoenix Rise stepped into it. He didn’t retreat. He didn’t rush. He just moved. Every step placed exactly where it needed to be, every strike landing where it mattered. He slipped past attacks instead of clashing with them, turning mistakes into openings, punishing anything that went too far or came too slow. One player overreached—down.

Bell, the drop-dead goddess of the school that year, didn't change. Still cunning and good at using people. Alexa looked at the beautiful figure who had a separate table from all of them. The separation seemed to politely say, you all are not in my class even though we might have shared the same class in high school. If Susan was everyone's white moonlight goddess, Bell was the unattainable flower at the highest peak of the mountain. Smart, beautiful, high status, she got them all and most importantly she was cunning, a perfect description of a black-hearted businesswoman.

The even rise and fall of Zach’s breathing. The faint rustle of Spitfire repositioning herself. The tiny, hiccup-like kitten noises from their box as Goose, predictably, dreamed of conquering kingdoms or whatever newborn kittens dream about. I closed my eyes, but sleep didn’t come easily. Instead, my mind reeled. The fire. Losing my apartment. Juggling school, my residency, Spitfire, six helpless kittens… and now Zach. Complicating things just by existing with his kind eyes, quiet patience, and frustrating ability to make me feel safe when I’ve spent years building walls to avoid exactly that.

Tooth—scar-faced, half-mad, smarter than he looks—steps forward and asks, “What now, Alpha?” I step down from the rock. Step into the circle. Grin. “Now?” I say. “Now we build a fucking pack.” And just like that— The Phoenix rises. Not from grace. Not from gold. But from fury. And fire.

Sometimes, I forget Alex was the Fairy Queen. 'It is regarding the ancestral book of the fairies, you know, that book in the care of the royal family?'Alex mused. Moira nodded, as if telling her to continue. 'The book had been locked for ages in a safe and guarded with magic. Phoenix here, who as you already know is a werewolf, walked up to the safe, touched it and it opened and she picked up and read the book and as you can see, she is still very much alive and well. You know that book is guarded by fairy magic and no other supernatural creature could touch it without loosing their life. How Phoenix did that and is still alive is a big puzzle we hoped you could help us solve' Alex concluded

Whether it was true or not was up to us to decide. "The book seems to call to us. I don't think he is lying. What would our information do for him, even if we told him what we saw? We don't know the time and place, maybe the book does, and it needs us to connect the dots. Figure out what exactly leads up to the prophecy." Phoenix said, confident in her theory. "Maybe that's why he showed us the book. He wanted to see if it reacted to us if we were worth the explanation, worth trusting." I said back. Pheonix nodded in agreement.