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#SLICEOFLIFE
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#ABANDONED
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Phoenix of Calamity

In a world overrun by supernatural creatures and magic, phoenixes are known to be 'extinct' creatures of a distant past that were commonly referred to as 'Creatures of Calamity' and yet, contrary to that belief, they were also known to be creatures of sublime peace and indomitable mental fortitude. Our main character, Arthur is one of two princes of the Phoenixes. Born into a race that must remain hidden, lest they risk losing their lives to their mortal enemies, the Dragons. As life in the castle becomes more 'suffocating', the prince sets his sights on something... interesting. Barthlorn School of the Supernatural: An elite academy meant to train only the best to fight the Dark Forces of the Supernatural. Hunters, Dragons, Shifters, Warlocks, Healers, Magic and so much more are to be found within the walls of the great School. With so much to learn and so little to lose by doing so, the prince seeks adventure within the walls of the Academy. Like all oblivious main characters, nothing prepares him for the adventures he will find at great school. Nothing prepares him for the strength of the bonds he creates there... and with those bonds comes the frailty of his race's most sacred secret. Revealing the existence of his kind could quite literally mean death for all phoenixes. ............................. PS. The cover photo is not mine.

kizitomayanja · Fantasy
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323 Chs
#ACTION
#ADVENTURE
#ROMANCE
#MAGIC
#OVERPOWERED
#SLICEOFLIFE
#ACADEMY
#ABANDONED
#RIGHTEOUS
#SHAPESHIFTER

Denominations of Corruption

The students of the first-year hunter class bubbled with mixed exclamations of awe and utter repulsion as their eccentric female professor walked through the class holding a transparent jar for all to see.

The jar she held was tightly sealed with a myriad of clothes running around its mouth, embroidered with golden runes that gave a gentle pulse.

Opening the jar with brute force was said to be harder than splitting a rock open with one's head. Of course, this was only an expression. Opening this jar without the right knowledge of rune theory was about three times harder than splitting a rock with one's head.

Inside the jar, a dark brown ornate crucible held peculiar purple objects. Three oddly shaped rocks glistened with a purple glossy sludge covering them.