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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 · Fantaisie
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Gap In Skill

Tristan arose with a start a few hours after being rushed to the infirmary. His heart beat rapidly in his chest and he thought his eardrums would explode.

There was a thin film of sweat on his brow and he strained to pull air into his lungs, almost like there was a firm muscular grip tightly around his neck. A nurse rushed up to him with a glass of water, "Relax Mr. Greene. You're safe."

Slapping her hands on both his cheeks, she forced him to look into her mood-ring eyes, "Follow my instructions. Breathe in deeply…"

The blonde sucked in a sharp breath only to feel his head hammer a louder, "Gently!" the nurse warned.

Right as the pain reached its peak, a pulse of fear went through the hunter and all he could feel was the intense gaze of cold unwavering death.

His breathing became erratic. The Healing magic of the bed began to hum louder as it got to repairing the hunter's mind.

"Stay with me, Tristan," the woman's voice went again.