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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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322 Chs

Last Divine Soul Pair

Arthur stepped out of the bathtub, lightly dried himself off and wrapped himself in a towel. A few clothes had been set aside for him to wear.

Lately, the Lady-In-White had taken to picking out the clothes he was to wear. Arthur didn't really mind. The kind gesture saved him the trouble of having to pick them out himself.

That… and she was much better at picking out clothes than he was.

The prince picked up the silk tunic she'd chosen and felt the soft teal fabric… 'Was this really in there? How did I miss this?'

He donned the cloth and revelled in the fine texture and the loose fit that felt more like a heartfelt hug than a strangling chokehold. 'Definitely better than those 'turtlenecks' my brother likes so much,' he scoffed to himself.

"You value comfort when picking out my clothes, don't you?" the prince observed.