Novel & Cerita Tato Burung Phoenix Kecil

At the moment it split, a golden bird emerged with a sharp, melodious cry. “It’s a Phoenix! This is the true Phoenix!” Ignis exclaimed with excitement. His words caught everyone’s attention. As the Phoenix was the king of birds, all must bow before it. Except for Ignis, Lucian, and myself, everyone else knelt in unison, chanting, “Welcome, Your Majesty!” The cheers grew louder and more enthusiastic. My little Phoenix fluttered around the room for a few moments before gently landing in front of me. When it settled into my arms, it transformed into a human-shaped infant. Feeling my warmth, it yawned and fell into a deep sleep.

STILL IN ALPHA RIVER’S POV I don’t know how long I stood staring at the phoenix until I got distracted by the sound of leaves ruffling in the trees nearby. I only had to blink and the phoenix was gone. I had this boiling urgency to search for it and I did until I stumbled upon a small girl with red eyes about the age of 5-6 years. I sighed knowing very well where she was from. Getting down on knees, I asked her softly; “Hey honey, what are you doing out here alone?”

An unholy shriek follows as the lava spews into the sky as the smoke rises. When I smirk, then I see it. I turn to look at Starci and her eyes are wide, like she can’t believe what she is seeing. She blinks rapidly. A shriek grows louder when I turn just in time to see a colossal black phoenix with oranges and reds in the centre of her black tail feathers. As she emerges through the bellowing smoke and ash. The bright orange of her eyes locked on us, the gold of her beak and talons glint in the sunlight. Hovering in the air before she shrieks again, her wings erupting into red and gold flames, she dives towards us.

We both are men! "Before we give you your name. Tell us first, what are you?" I seriously asked the hatchling. Jevro's face, which earlier had been wide-eyed, now suddenly became serious and also looked at the bird. The hatchling jumped up once to face the two of us. While George remains silent while picking the egg shells. "I'm the blueish fire ice Phoenix." The bird answered.

He didn't seem to notice my little show though, but his gaze often settled on me. We finally settled on a design; a beautiful, delicate tattoo of a phoenix feather that curled and twisted into the shape of a blooming rose. It was perfect. The phoenix, a symbol of rebirth and transformation, and the rose, a symbol of beauty and growth. "It’s beautiful," I breathed, my eyes wide. "I love it." He smiled. "Good. Now, where do you want it? The location is important. It can make or break the design." I had no idea. "Where's the least painful area?" I asked sheepishly.

"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

He stares at my arm, at where the sleeve of the jumper I’m wearing is rolled up enough and his eyes focus right in on where the tattoo is. I paid a small fortune for that tattoo. It’s a phoenix. It felt almost poetic at the time although I’d admit now it’s a bit cheesy. Its wings are inked into flames. It stretches over my forearm, not too big, but it covers what he’d done. How he’d marked me.

He asked, gesturing to the notes in my hand. “There are a few, but I am not sure if they are what you are thinking of.” I opened the notebook and placed it on the desk so he could see. “So I thought maybe we could theme it around the mythological creature the Phoenix. They symbolize rebirth and new beginnings. When the Phoenix dies it catches fire and then is reborn from its own ashes. I think that perfectly symbolizes the changes the pack has gone through. Well either that or the butterfly.” I laughed. He thought for a minute, his eyebrows furrowing while deep in thought. I started to get worried that he may have hated the idea, or worse he had no sense of humor now and took my butterfly co

Samuel said frowningly. The pangolin nodded and said, "The power of a phoenix is infinite, but all the birds are mainly female occupying the most, and male backing. Therefore, since ancient times, you have never seen a female phoenix seeking a male phoenix. The female body is the basic of the Phoenix Clan, and men are excluded." "If one win the heart of the phoenix's daughter, no matter which man can become a male phoenix in name, this is why the phoenix also has nine sons and looks different."

The detail in those feathers is exquisite, every line sharp and sure. I glance back at the walls. Most of the animals she has up are wolves, which makes sense, I guess. But none of them appeal to me. Nothing I want inked into my skin permanently. I do another slow circuit of the room, scanning for anything I might have missed, but it is the same. The only piece that keeps catching my eye is the bird. Sage must notice, because from my spot by the far wall she says, “It’s a phoenix. The phoenix dies and is reborn from the ashes. It symbolises rebirth, strength and transformation.”