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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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Texting a Dragon Princess

Arthur hadn't expected Lyra to text first. Now that she had texted him, he was shocked. He was stunned… he was too bewildered for words.

'I was supposed to call her later… How is she? Why did she call? Is she worried? Is she liking it in the Barthlorn dormitories? Oh dear…' Arthur's thoughts raced.

'Get your head out of the clouds! Who are you?' a deep voice echoed through the prince's mind.

'I am Prince Arthur Emberfallen.'

'And when have you ever frozen before a girl?' his phoenix replied with more gusto.

'Never.'

'Good, now pick up your tail feathers and be the prince that you are.'

'Aren't you the one with…'

'…STICK TO THE POINT WE'RE MAKING HERE!'

'…YES, SIR. INTIMIDATE AND FRIGHTEN LITTLE GIRLS, SIR!'

'…No, that's not…'

*Bzzt bzzt…* the phone went again, stunning both him and his phoenix from their failing hunt for courage.