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Phoenix Arm Tattoo

Black Onyx: Phoenix Resurrection

From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of an immortal vessel. Thus, through pain and flames, I forged it. "From death through flames, to life again, the Heavens will forge, an eternal man!" *** He was once but a man, a young one from Earth, a man that crossed over to another world. After a long string of both fortunate and unfortunate events, he was killed, only to be resurrected by the powers of a Phoenix. Gerald, in his eternal pursuit of power, went and joined a Sect of powerful Cultivators where he learned to properly use his newly gained magic powers in the unfamiliar world, and with a tiny compounding advantage, began to dominate his enemies. He pursued not strength, money, or women, though those too were gained along the way, instead, he craved a body to withstand and witness the end of the world. "What use is money without a long life to enjoy it? What use are the fancy sword techniques and mystic arts, if you can’t take a hit? How many mistakes can one make, before a mortal wound brings them down? It takes just one, and you never see it coming." *** Join, and follow the story of Gerald Fireborn as he explores his new world, pursuing immortality at any cost while avoiding succumbing to death for the second time. PS: Although the story is a continuation of the previously completed book Black Onyx – Forgotten Magic, NO KNOWLEDGE OF THE PREVIOUS STORY IS REQUIRED! The book is written to be enjoyed on its own, so yeah... Enjoy!
GoldenShadow · 141.4K Views

The Phoenix Shall Rise Again

One hand pointing to the sky, the other to the earth. She looked past heaven and earth only to face her own face . The day she had been betrayed by her lover was the day she fell to the abyss of hell. In a world where demons and gods existed, he had now became a demon, a demon with eyes that no longer looked at her with love, but only a deep burning hatred. Now, all she saw when she closed her eyes was the look on his face when she had stabbed his heart with the dagger he had gifted her. Gods and demons were the symbolization of a stark contrast of polar opposites. She was not allowed to love him, just as he was not allowed to see her. They were never allowed to be together in the first place, and in the midst of being swayed by the words of others, she had forever wounded the heart of her beloved that had trusted her with his life. Just like that, while her body was still in heaven, her heart had already succumbed to the depths of hell. Standing at the edge of the cliff, she turned back to look at his face that was void of any emotions. To ask for forgiveness had never been an option for her in the past or in the present, for who was she to ask for forgiveness when her life had completely become a mess? The only thing she hoped was for him to forget her, to forget all the time they had spent together, all the memories they had shared. If that could lessen the pain in his heart, she could deal with the sins that stained her soul. Offering him a gentle smile, she took out the dagger he gave her, not noticing the sudden change of look in his eyes. I'll experience all the pain I have done onto you, all the sufferings you went through. Stabbing herself with the dagger, she fell from heaven into hell like the wisps of the first snowflake that graced the earth every winter. If only she had looked back, she would have seen his hand reaching out to her desperately as if she was the light in his darkness. For him, she was willing to die not only once but many times.
Divy_ · 9.6K Views
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