Tato Burung Phoenix Kecil Novels & Stories

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.”

(Five years later) Lyra’s POV I leaned against the dark tinted window of my limousine as it drove past the City. My reflection stared back at me, my face covered with a Phoenix shaped mask that only allowed my eyes and mouth to be seen, it was my Trademark. The world now knew me as The Phoenix, the name wasn't just branding. It was my story. I had risen from destruction, rebuilt by hands that should never have held me together, and now the very fire that consumed me was now my fuel and weapon.

I chuck on my black and green trainers and put on a bit of mascara. I look myself over in the mirror and twirl around. The large phoenix tattoo sitting on my back full on display when I pull my hair up into a bun. The phoenix is made up with whisks of black, brown, red, orange and yellow, like she just flew out of the flames. Her wings span across my shoulder blades and her head looks down to her tail that spreads down my spine and across my lower back. I got the tattoo a week after my nineteenth birthday, the damn thing cost me a small fortune. Looking back on it though my bird is worth every euro I spent on it. The intense colors saturated perfectly and the detail is outstanding.

Embry chuckles into the link, watching me walk over towards Ares and Benjamin who are radiating pride while watching Phoenix. “Mumma Raben! Mumma Raben I gotsted a bunny wike you!” Phoenix links excitedly while running into me with her bunny in her mouth, and everyone laughs. “You got a very good bunny, I managed to find one too,” I giggle at how adorable she is, and place my bunny next to hers making her giggle. “Bunnies good chase, fun hunt,” Phoenix admits, making me nod watching her lay down and begin to chow down on her prey.

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

"How do you know I am a phoenix and the Rose? I'm still confused. And who is the evil of all evil?" "This..." Orga pointed to his shoulder. Arabella glimpsed a dark tattoo, a tiny bird with large bright wings. It didn't look like a tattoo, it seemed more like a birthmark, and she felt he had tried to conceal it with charcoal but failed miserably. "All phoenixes comes with a birthmark, and you, Arabella Collins, had all the phoenix mark on you. It is a large birthmark, and it pulsates and emits heat when you touch it."

But using silver made the normal pain of getting a tattoo about a hundred times worse. And she didn't just have one cute little heart or flower on her belly. No, she had a stunning Phoenix nestled between her breasts, its wings fanning out over her pert mounds, but designed so that the flesh around her nipples was left untouched- looking as though they were peeking out alluringly from behind the bird. And if that were not enough visual titillation, the tail of the bird curled around the entire left side of her torso and flared out into beautiful swirls and tail feathers covering her belly. Like her nipples, the skin around her belly button was left untouched revealing an enticing belly butto

I breathe out when my back collides with the large glass window that overlooks the garden. He cages me in, placing his hands on the glass beside my head, towering over me as he peers down at me. “If I allow you to leave, Little Bird, Flynn will capture you and drag you back to his den. He has no intention of seeing you set free. He wants to keep you in a cage for him to toy with.” His voice is low and dangerous. “He won’t have a chance in hell finding me if you help me escape the country. I heard that you have connections in Italy and Dublin?”

Silence from Cassian, wherever she was keeping him. Nova had activated every Phoenix Council contact from here to the eastern territories, but phoenixes were dying out—we'd learned that much from the Council's archives. Only seventeen confirmed phoenixes left in the world, most of them old, tired, wanting nothing more than to fade peacefully. They had no information about Vesna, this corrupted phoenix-descendant who burned cold. "She's not asking for anything," Marcus said for the hundredth time, standing over our war table covered in maps, marked with every possible location Vesna might hide. "No ransom. No demands. No threats. Why take him if she doesn't want something?"

That was an interesting tidbit to jot down on the running tab of things that I wanted to learn about when it came to Phoenix wolves. It was a bit overwhelming to not know anything about a part of me that was so incredibly important. Storm was a great source of information, but there were some holes in her memories. All phoenix wolves were reincarnated, meaning that they were the same wolf spirit with each lifetime that they had. As a reincarnated spirit, they were returned with the memories of past lifetimes instead of having their slate wiped clean upon being given to a new human. However, their memories only began surfacing once they shifted for the very first time. She knew certain things