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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.

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#ACTION
#ADVENTURE
#ROMANCE
#MAGIC
#OVERPOWERED
#SLICEOFLIFE
#ACADEMY
#ABANDONED
#RIGHTEOUS
#SHAPESHIFTER

The Kiln

Footsteps echoed down an empty hall heading following a concerning trail of dripping blood. A red cape draped over the shoulders of the owner of these footsteps.

Bright orange hair dropped down to his shoulders. His fierce gaze intensified by sharp crimson eyes and an aura of flames, unlike any other phoenix in the castle.

Gripping the golden lance tightly, King Trevor EmberFallen made his way down the hall, quietly following this trail of blood.

When was the last time the king had carried the Trident of Fire this far from the Sacred Chamber? The king didn't want to remember.

Instead, his hopes remained firmly placed in the weapon's capabilities. At the end of the hall, a single steel door opened, allowing the king into a heated room.

A group of three phoenixes dashed around what a large cylindrical structure made of thick concrete and coated in non-conductive materials.