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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 · Fantasía
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Between Love and Hate

Arthur stepped back for a better view of the nostalgic transformation. It had only been a short while since he'd joined the esteemed School of the Supernatural, Barthlorn… but it felt like ages since he'd seen the fabled 'attires' that the hunters donned during combat.

Of course, only rarely did he ever really need his attire here at the Phoenix Castle… but for some reason, he'd grown fond of the bronze ring and had never taken it off.

The lifelike nature of its material made it fit comfortably… and at the same time, it felt almost like a literal part of him.

Arthur never actually felt like taking it off. It was almost like the ring was never there, to start with.

Just like those that had their attires turning into thin accomodating forms like tattoos were no different from those that had them as objects on their bodies.

Graceful amber lines of a majestic tattoo in the shape of an eagle shone through the back of David's shirt.