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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

The One He Doesn't Remember

Arthur felt chills go down his body and reverberate through the murky space of his consciousness.

If it wasn't for the groggy incapacitated nature of his body, he would have leapt to the sun and back, slapped himself a thousand times and tried burying himself alive for forgetting something so… simple.

"Crap! Crap! Crap! What was I thinking? We made plans and I acted like such a fool? Damn it!" Arthur internally screamed, wincing every time he remembered the words he said to her.

'If this was some sort of prank, it's not a funny one,' he'd told the phoenix girl. The words came back on repeat, sounding dumber each time they repeated like a prank recorder on repeat.

Arthur cursed his stupidity, rolling about the murky grey mindscape…

"Quite lively for someone who nearly had his core ripped out from his chest," a deep voice echoed within the murky silence of his groggy subconscious mind.