Phoenix Immortal 소설 & 이야기

After my bath, I went to the fridge to get something to eat when I remembered that I had just moved in yesterday, meaning there was no food. I sat on the couch to think about what had happened over the past few days, I was rejected, then ran away, and a few days later, I bought a house. Then I realized that I had never shifted into my wolf. Was I not a shifter, or was I runt. "Took you long enough to realize that." "Who's there?" "Hey, relax. It's just me, your Phoenix." Wait, I thought I was a werewolf? "Well, technically, you are, but your Phoenix side is more dominant."

she set her hand over her heart, “burns.” He let that hang in the air. “Shen Yijun. Used to be Tiancang’s fourth-ranked disciple.” He turned back to his work. “Stay around till you heal. Don’t need thanks. The fox’s called Nothing but call him whatever you want—he won’t answer.” “That’s not much of an invitation.” “No,” he said. “But are you staying?” She looked around—the stone, the shelves, the careful order only a lonely man could keep. The fox purred in her lap. Her hands glowed beneath white wraps.

"That's impossible. He's dead. He died ten years ago." But I recognized him from the portraits lining the sanctuary's halls. Cassia's son. Kira's older brother. Marcus Phoenix's first attempt at creating a phoenix-wolf hybrid through torture instead of birth. "Cyrus," Marcus Phoenix breathed, and for the first time since I'd met him, he looked truly broken. The Shadow Walkers were using him like a living key, his corrupted phoenix fire eating through the sanctuary's wards from the inside out. Every scream that tore from his throat took another layer of protection with it.

The fragrance of herbs and incense filled my nostrils as Hella opened her wooden door. My eyes widened at the wall of shelves full of jars of numerous ingredients. “Have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” Hella said with a snicker. Making my way into her small living room I sat down on a velvet settee and waited for her to join me. Hella's joints popped as she sank beside me. “You have Phoenix blood and awakened it by being roasted I'm thinking,” she blurted with a toothy grin. Dumbfounded, I just stared at her.

“You may leave this sacred place with the strongest power ever bestowed upon a wolf. With it, you will be able to destroy Dylan, reclaim the veil, and protect your home, Silvercrest. But once the battle is won, you will no longer be bound to the world as you are now.” Talon’s fingers curl into a ball. “What do you mean?” The older golden wolf’s voice is gentle but firm. “You Phoenix, will become immortal. No longer tied to the life of a mortal.” The words hang in the air like a death sentence. My heart stopped. My wolf stilled. My entire body went rigid. Immortal. She will be taken away from me. “You may leave here as you are without additional power, only with the natural abilities granted

“War Mountain isn’t my home. I was trapped in War Mountain for three millennia to find the real seed and resist the Undying Clan! As a result, all the seeds were eliminated. Anyway, a brat like you appeared out of nowhere and snatched away all the luck. “Eventually, the Undying Clan and the Undead Queen died at your hands. “And, my mission is complete.” Alex asked, “Where are you planning to go?” Phoenix said, “The sanctuary of the Phoenix clan, the Mountain of Immortality. My current body is like a blow-up doll, and it can’t withstand my power.” Alex was puzzled and sweat profusely. ‘What have you done to this blow-up-doll?’ “The most primitive pillar of the Legacy of the Phoenix clan exist

He looks at her apologetically, “I can’t tell you everything, but I can interfere more in your life than some others because you’re my family. I’ll tell you what I can, though. You are immortal in each life, aging to around thirty, then stopping, but if you die, you’ll reset. You’ll become a baby again, rising from the ashes of your death. When a phoenix dies, the magic released makes a fire that burns your old form and creates the new one. It is hard to kill a phoenix, but not impossible.” She nods, “If it can bleed, it can die.” He nods,

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace and the phoenix tattoo on her wrist that marked her rebirth. Rafael's intake of breath was audible. "Jesus, Natalie. You're..." "What?" "Perfect." He traced the tattoo with one finger, his touch feather-light. "This is beautiful. What does it mean?" The question hit her like a physical blow. The phoenix was everything—her death, her rebirth, her transformation from victim to avenger. It was the symbol of rising from ashes, of becoming something stronger and more dangerous than what came before. But she couldn't tell him that. So she gave him a version of the truth instead.

"They are not. But they were not alive either. Humanoids, when decapitated, die, whether immortal or not. Phoenixes, on the other hand, are truly immortal, they die, and they are reborn from the ashes." "But we were turned to ice, so there were no ashes. We did not need to reborn, we never truly died," Seraphim said. Aelanor stopped asking questions for a moment. Her head was swimming, confused and disoriented, and grateful for the escape. Nimuel went ahead and asked something Aelanor too, was wondering. "How do you know them, Pylaeius?"

There was an undeniable spark that always made her pulse quicken, an energy that seemed to dance and flicker with a life of its own, echoing his unwavering loyalty. Phoenix's aura, true to his namesake, was vibrant and transformative, crackling with energy and life. It was a constant dance of flickering flames, alive with an unpredictable yet mesmerizing rhythm. His essence was both exhilarating and revitalizing, a force that lifted her spirits and invigorated her soul.