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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 · แฟนตาซี
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A Race of Leaders

"Are you dumb or something, Silver?! This is where our squad's drill will take place… obviously," Casper scoffed loudly at the slender pretty boy, "…for a smart-ass, you're pretty dumb."

"Anyone would know that, you brainless brute. And your lack of critical thinking only proves my point… you really have no brains," Silver replied with a derisive shrug.

"What was that, pretty boy? Say it again to my face!" Casper took a step from the centre of his group of squad mates towards the blonde noble.

The purple-clad warriors around him tensed and turned their attention to Silver's group, drawing a variety of weapons from their Accessories.

The fiery-haired boy chuckled lightly, "Oh, don't get your feathers in a twist over this, Casper. He merely meant the landscape is too plain compared to what the rest of the squads had to go through," the boy intervened.

Casper tore his gaze away from the blonde hunter and looked up at the camouflaged Control Room.