Spirit Pharaoh Novels & Stories

“Bear what I said in mind, Zarah. If you want to save this world, you need to double your effort. Get that scholarship, go on missions to siphon talents from powerful demons, and give me a good fight when the time comes, okay?” “I–” I was cut off when Verphegor let out a loud yawn. “You know, it is getting late. You should get some sleep. Stop holding back and take your training seriously. Take this opportunity to show your folks what you can do so they can give you advice. They are the greatest hunters there are at this time. Not you.” Those were his last words to me before he vanished into black smoke, leaving no trace in my room that one of the princes of Hell was here.

Dear reader, welcome back to the Supernatural Spa... If you wonder if there is anything here about The Divine, yes there is. Remember that one of my closest friends and source is considered the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. And this usually represents religious teachings and is also known as The Pope. The thing is, my friend Mab intends to represent The Most Holy Trinity in the Paranormal Industry and Supernatural Circles simply because she finds it unfair that someone who she considers the most powerful spiritual being would not have a representative in these areas.

I tell her, she shakes her head and leans forward, revealing new information about the spirit fish. “Troy is the breath of Hades. Each spirit fish are part of only one God or Goddess, never two,” she reveals, “and judging by that mark, you must be a Seress.” “Seress? What is that?” I ask, she raises a surprised brow and observes me closely. Even so, I’ve never heard that word before, but it feels familiar to me. Should I already know what it is?

The one I thought was Daniel began to speak again. “We want to be free,” mentioned the ghost boy. “We need you.” “Why?” I squeaked. “Because we can speak to you,” informed it. “What do you want me to do?” I whispered, thinking I really needed to start moving and leave. “You have the powers of death and life, you can speak to us. The girl that died yesterday, she was killed before she could find the truth. Allow us to touch you and you will see our death up close, and you will remind us on how we died.”

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace and the phoenix tattoo on her wrist that marked her rebirth. Rafael's intake of breath was audible. "Jesus, Natalie. You're..." "What?" "Perfect." He traced the tattoo with one finger, his touch feather-light. "This is beautiful. What does it mean?" The question hit her like a physical blow. The phoenix was everything—her death, her rebirth, her transformation from victim to avenger. It was the symbol of rising from ashes, of becoming something stronger and more dangerous than what came before. But she couldn't tell him that. So she gave him a version of the truth instead.

she says. “Why are you here? A phoenix is a mythological creature, one that resurrects over and over again. In history, the phoenix is linked to birth and death, creation and destruction. If you’re here, it means that something bad is coming, right? And based on what happened today, that bad thing is related to Ancalagon’s and Eliane’s eggs?” Tesha asks. Phoenix smiles at her. “I can see why Ajax thinks so highly of you.” I’d felt it earlier, or sort of seen it really. It was like an aura that he had when he talked to Tesha. He respects her.

At that moment, the Royal Sage came running in from outside. “Congratulations, Your Majesty! We’re blessed!” he cried, dropping to his knees. “I have just witnessed an unusual phenomenon in the southeastern sky—signs that a Phoenix may be returning to our world.” “What? Are you saying a Phoenix?” King Alaric jumped to his feet, visibly shaken. We, peacocks, were descendants of the Phoenix, but the true Phoenix line had been wiped out in a war a million years ago. “Yes, without a doubt. The phenomenon matches the descriptions in the ancient texts. It means someone is carrying a Phoenix,” the Royal Sage announced with a broad smile.

I muttered, opening the floor for the negative words. “She’s a spirit born,” Lephone said. The word hit me like a bolt of lightning. That was really all she had to say. I understood the rest, and it answered all my questions from before. “She’s a descendant of Zara, the spirit born. The ethereal goddess of beauty and seduction. I believe this has answered your questions,” I didn’t answer. Not at that moment. My mind was still racing through the possibility and how I might have overlooked the signs. The last scene in my head was Liam’s explanation on how Mason was taken out by someone or something in Paris’s room without both of them fighting.

But he could no longer bare his fangs or unsheath his claws. Defeated, he faced Luntian with a frown. “I’m going somewhere.” ‘Or so you think…” Was the menacing oaf that leered on Luntian’s playful mind. “No you’re not.” The playful shaman said with a crooked grin. Using the power of the Spirits. She raised her hand and summoned the great Phoenix from the Heaven and Spirit realm. A giant bird with fiery wings appeared out of nowhere, surprising both Accashia and Calleb. The two fell on their knees when the wings of the Phoenix swiped and flapped before them.

“Come closer Phoenix.” Phoenix stumbled forward. “What are you doing?” “What I have waited to do for years.” She held Phoenix’s hand and made a cut in her palm. “I am making more loyal subjects for you. The Drakus has waited years for your birth, only you can revive the Drakus clan.” She squeezed some blood from Phoenix’s hand into her palm and did the same for the pale dragon. As soon as the two drops of blood mixed a bright light shone from Patry’s hand. There was a deep groan that sounded like the earth was rumbling. The foundation of the temple shook loudly. Suddenly the Goyre’s throne tilted. As Phoenix watched the dragon’s eyes fluttered and opened to reveal bright amber eyes.