Novel & Cerita Diego Armando Phoenix Wright

He was a good warrior, but a shit dad. The sounds of clapping around me bring me back to the main hall, looking up I see Alpha Zac motioning for me as he holds a silver dagger. Shit, my turn already. I smile and make my way to the podium he is standing at. “Isa will be joining the ranks as a warrior. We are excited to add her to the patrols and at training, teaching her our styles and learning moves she can offer.” “I, Alpha Zac of the Clear Creek pack, hear by joining you, Isla Miller, by blood oath”. He slices his palm, blood drips down into a goblet. He hands me the knife,

Seeing what the six Protectors had done to Earth, the Protector made it her mission to go to earth and cleanse the planet from all its evil, even the evil the demoted protectors had brought with them. But it was not all in her favour as she died while battling with the first Protector, The King of Summer. When the Creator had seen this, he blessed the Phoenix with much more power and power of reincarnation. If the Phoenix dies then every five hundred Years it reincarnated till it fulfils its mission here on earth which was to get rid of the Protectors. So every time she was reincarnated she sets out to defeat the next protector and when she dies, she reincarnates after five hundred years to

The sight of it stirred something in all of them—hope. As they descended, pack warriors noticed them, and the word spread fast. By the time they reached the edge of the dock, Alexandro himself stepped down from the ship to meet them. His eyes locked onto Edward and Jacob—and then landed on their father. “Lord Alaric,” Alexandro said. “Alpha Alexandro,” the older man replied. There was no tension this time, only shared urgency. “I brought help,” Alaric said. “This is Ysolde.” Alexandro studied her, surprised. “The witch?”

Then someone asked, cautiously, "So… even I might be able to inherit the Phoenix legacy?" "Of course," I answered. Ignoring Seraphine's seething glare, I raised my voice. "The Phoenix Court will hold a competition. Whoever wins by strength alone shall be the next leader." A cheer erupted across the courtyard. Only Father and Seraphine stood pale-faced, their carefully built illusions unraveling. That night, Franz clung to me as usual. "Althea…" He nuzzled his head into my chest like he could never get enough. I sighed, reaching out to pull him closer. But just then, the world tilted.