The streets of the city shone like polished brass. The stones in the pathways shone like precious stones, even the walls and temples of every god reflected light as though they were the stars themselves. Along the streets of the city mystical creatures moved. Elves, fairies, daemons, even living gargoyles walked the streets of the city. It was like a normal human city but with creatures of fairy tales. And among these the servants of gods and goddesses went about their business like any human would. The city of the gods surpassed any city of man with higher technology and glorious beauty. While mankind built events arena where festivals and other occasions took place, the city of the gods had stadiums and courts for different events. Though the city shone like the sun itself there were floodlights on every building illuminating the already luminescent city.
Among all of these Demeus and Torlan moved with the throng of mystical creatures under the guise of servants with clothe
The dungeon door was thrown open casting bright light in Helena’s eyes. She blinked against the light and brought her head up to see 2 figures whose faces were obscured due to the intensity of the light behind them. Her legs were bound in chains but her hands were free. Robos in his cruelty had left her hands free knowing that she would not be able to do anything with them, they lay broken and partially disfigured beside her. On her forehead sweat formed in beads and ran down her face into the her tunic which was already heavy with sweat.“Is this what the queen of the gods has been reduced to?”She recognized the voice. She smiled against the pain in her face but her smile was lifeless as it was meant to be.“Have you come here to complete the work Robos started, Termla? You’re is concubine after all.”The dungeon door closed with a loud clanging sound. Footsteps drew closer until they were right in front of her. Terml
Goyre despised men and their weakness but mostly importantly she hated how weak they were in bed. She loved to enjoy the pleasures of her body and no man, not even Pyrs could please her the way she liked. But there was one who pleased her far beyond her expectations. He was the demigod, crown prince of Jamark, Uruel. Even now with her breasts pressed against the metal walls of her chambers and his hard shaft pounding inside her, she marveled desire coiled in her belly waiting to be released. His strong hands griped her full breasts as he pumped harder inside her, flesh slapping against flesh. Goyre reached up over her head and griped his head in her hands, she bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan. When he leaned his head down to bite her shoulder she held his head tighter and cried out as pleasure ripped through her. She shuddered violently against him, her knees buckled but the strength of his arms kept her from falling over. Soon he joined her in the heights of pleasure with a groa
“Garriel was a good and strong man. The ritual was supposed to work,” he growled in displeasure. Goyre handed him pieces of his clothing and watched him dress.“Why do you need to enhance the strength of your men? You are a demigod, you have half the powers of gods running through your veins. If you wish to conquer nations you only need to say the word and it is done “Uruel tied the laces of his armor with clipped aggressive movements. Yet another failure in his desire to enhance the strength of his men. Goyre saw his displeasure and she went to him to put her arms around him.“Even as a demigod I need strong men to fight by my side. What pleasure will it bring me to be a strong king when I have weak men guarding me. I want the soldiers of Jamark to be the strongest in all the world, I want them to conquer nations until the whole world fall to their knees before me.”“You can make them daemons.”&ldq
The fanfare resounded all over Eyrotia. The people were merry as they advanced towards the King’s Seat where the royals, the nobles, the gods and soldiers waited. Before them was the seer since he was the link connecting the people to the gods. In his hand he held his staff and on his tunic were the emblems of the goddesses of the earth and fertility for whom the festival was celebrated. As Eyrotians gathered to celebrate, allies of the kingdom, merchants and invited guests also gathered to partake in the blessings. The people took their places on the seats carved out of stone, the drummers, harpists, the cymbalists and the men blowing the horn made their music as they moved to the circular center space of the structure followed by the seer and seven priests from different temples to represent the gods in attendance, they stood in front of seven altars which had been built in preparation for the festival. Goyre, goddess of the earth and wind was in attendance, the goddess of f
Months went by since the celebration of the harvest. Phoenix was back to her life in the pantheon. Another year had gone by since Goyre took her to her realm and she continued with her training, sharpening her skills in combat. She lived a peaceful life in the pantheon. She lived a life free of hateful glances and devilish plots. At the feast thrown by the king after the rituals of the harvest festival she could not help but notice the evil looks Merea threw her way but she did her best to ignore them as she filled Barigo in on her life with the goddess. He was ecstatic to hear of her ability with the sword and he promised that should she ever desire to come to the kingdom and join the army she had his full support.As Phoenix swung her sword thrust it at an invisible enemy, rotated her wrist to aim it at another invisible enemy on a bright sunny day at the magical forest in Goyre’s realm she considered the possibilities of going back to the kingdom. As much as she enjo
Phoenix was amazed at Patry’s hostility to the demigod but when she spoke of it the only response she got was a forced smile and a vague, “To are thinking too much of it.” So she discarded the issue and continued with her life. For while, she put off talking to the goddess about her decision to go back to the kingdom but when she could barely hold it anymore she spoke with Patry who encouraged her by telling her that goddess would not think her ungrateful for wanting to go back home. So Phoenix made the decision and in the sixth month of the second year of her stay in the pantheon, she approached the goddess. Hung up her armor in the room she put her fighting tools and made her way to the hall. But Goyre was not there neither were any of the servants of Pyr. The hall was completely empty except for the pale dragon that slept beneath the foot of Goyre’s throne. Phoenix backtracked and headed to the goddess’s chambers. She had just pushed open the door when she stopped
The people of Eyrotia held collective breaths as they awaited the arrival of their soldiers. The messengers already preceded the army to announce their arrival so from every home the occupants filled the streets in anticipation of their arrival. There was excitement and there was fear. Excitement because the sons of many would be returning and fear because there was the uncertainty that certain persons would return whole or return at all. Phoenix joined a few of the royal servants in the main street to look out for the returning men, a few of the people had gone to the watchtower to look out for them. Suddenly an alarm went out, a shout of joy reverberated throughout the kingdom. “They are here! The gallant soldiers of Eyrotia are here!” The words were repeated in every town, every city, every market. The people were filled with joy as they packed out into the streets to welcome the men. Even those who waited in their houses, men, women, children, old and you
Basten spent the past two years visualizing changes Phoenix would have undergone by the time he came back from war. He had expected a few changes but what he had not expected when he left the rest of the soldiers heading towards the king’s castle was the goddess standing by the bank of the stream pacing from one end of it to the other. If she hadn’t called his name he would have sworn that it was a different person. She arrived at the water earlier than he did, he had expected that he would have a few moments to make himself presentable before she showed up. But when he saw the figure running through the thick of the forest towards the location he had told Teo and Dan to tell her he knew he could not wait for a moment to put himself in order before seeing her. When he called her name, unsure of whether or not she was actually the one standing there even though she was calling out his name, he was surprised to see how different she looked. She was taller, exactly the same hei
So I didn't want to make this book long. I hate writing long books! So I have decided to stop Phoenix' story here. Book 3 will be coming out soon but it might take a while because I am literally exhausted. I know there are a lot of lose ends in both Phoenix and Cleopoda's books but those lose ends will be tied in the third book since that's the final book in the series. I really feel like hiring a ghostwriter at this point because my arms and creative juices are screaming for help. Hehe. But I'll write the third book soon. Till then...adios
The crowd of people watched withdrawn breathes as Goyre mounted the podium. Basten was on his knees on the podium facing the crowd. At the edge of the execution field, his mother cried and wailed, pleading with the goddess. “My son is innocent!” She cried. “He was bewitched by the cursed princess.” Rudo held her back, his eyes blazing with hate for Merea. How did he let himself become manipulated in her web of lies and deceit in her eagerness to assume the most powerful seat of Eyrotia? How he was sacrificing his son because she declared him an obstacle to her plans. He remembered her words. “Sacrifices need to be made.” He was paying the biggest price for being on her side. Goyre fashioned a sword from her metal gown and held it over Basten’s head. She looked at the crowd gathered. “This is a lesson to everyone who stands against queen Merea. And to anyone who chooses to betray me.” She raised the sword, it caught the sun on its shiny surface. As she
Goyre stared in horror at the realization of her terrible mistake. If she had doubts about Phoenix’s godhood before, they were gone as soon as she realized that Phoenix’s blood was the one ingredient needed to create the superhumans Uruel was obsessed with. By ingesting her blood the wolves now shared 1/8th of her powers. The fact that they had transformed into her likeness also meant that they shared her image too. Furious with herself for her mistake Goyre locked the courtyard door and headed for Eyrotia. If she could not hurt Phoenix now that her anger was still fresh then she would hurt her some other way. Merea was getting ready for the public execution of Phoenix and Basten when Goyre appeared to her. “My lady.” Goyre scoffed at her pretentious submissiveness. “The time has come for you to give the blood sacrifice I demanded in fulfillment of our agreement. Life for my help with your ambitions.” Even though the agreement had been a farce on Goyr
“What do you mean my son is arrested for treason?!” Rudo demanded. Merea walked away from him. She had ordered the guards to throw Basten and Phoenix in the dungeon and sent some other soldiers out to look for Teo, Dan and Styx. Rudo hastened his footsteps to match hers. “It pains me to say this but your son was found with Barigo’s precious daughter,” she spat with malice. “And it seems that she has bewitched your son like she did the king. They were planning to disband from the army, it may also please you to know that it is rumored that Phoenix and her band of friends seek to overthrow the king and install her as queen even before his demise.” “Does the king know about this?” Merea stopped walking, turned to him and smiled. “He does, and he has given me the freedom to do as I like with them. The king is on my side, are you Rudo?” He looked down at the ring she twisted between her thumb and index finger. He understood her question, in fact, h
She was served food and wine but she could barely eat a bite, not when her hands and feet were bound. And she couldn’t have stomached any food if she tried. Not when she kept thinking about Uruel’s betrayal. Was this his plan all along? To lure the soldiers of Eyrotia out so that he could easily conquer the nation? Was the marriage announcement just a farce? Were the men of Eyrotia dead already? Basten? Teo and Dan? Styx? “You have not eaten your majesty, you must be hungry after my men hauled you from Uromi.” “Where am I?” The spokesman for the men, the one who had first spoken to her where she was taken to the room, replied her. “Your mistrust of us is very disheartening, your highness, considering the fact that we are your soon-to-be subjects. You are in safe hands, we have orders to keep you safe and well-fed, if anything happens to you we will be killed.” “Something will happen to me if someone doesn’t explain what is going on here,” she said thr
She fought against the stronghold on her hands. Something was sliding along her legs, soon she felt something stronger hold her legs and hands together. How had she or any of the other soldiers lost guard? They were supposed to have at least sensed the invaders! One moment she was looking at the bodies of the soldiers tied upside down and the next moment a strong hand was clamped so tight around her mouth that her screams were stifled. She saw with horror the ruthlessness of the invaders, how easy it was for them to slit the throats of the men nearest her. When they dragged her away she couldn’t see Basten or Teo and Dan but the men of Eyrotia were already aware of the attack at this moment and were fighting back. None of them even knew that she had been dragged off. After all, she wasn’t of any importance to the army or any of the men there. Would Basten know she was missing? Was he dead? Dread seized her heart at the horrifying thought. Suddenly the men’s transport
The cry of anguish rang throughout the entire kingdom. It was barely dawn when the disaster struck. The outer villages were burnt down to the ground. Men, women, children and animals, were all killed. More than that, the soldiers who had been stationed in Uromi to occupy the land for the king were killed. A messenger came running in the early hours of the morning, bloody and tattered on a tired horse. He told a sickening tale of slaughtered men. According to his accounts, the men were sleeping when a group of men dressed in clothes as dark as the night showed up and quietly slit the throats of the soldiers of Eyrotia. He had seen this on his way back from the woods where he went to relieve himself. The attacks on the outer villages were described in the same way; men dressed in black snuck in and killed everyone before burning the villages completely. “Who could have done this?” was the question on the lips of everyone. “It could be the men of Uromi seeking to take r
Phoenix stared up at the elegantly carved ceiling. There was a cold cloth pressed to her head. The servant taking care of her worked silently as she pressed the wet cloth against her forehead, returned it to the bowl of ice-cold water to wet it again but to Phoenix it felt as though every move she made was amplified by some strange powers in a hundred folds. The image of Uruel standing in the room donned in his armor after the brilliant light he had caused dimmed was imprinted in her memory. She remembered how her breath completely stopped from the shocks of one night. What was Uruel doing here and why had the king said he had intentions of marrying her? Surely there must be some sort of mistake, she thought. She started to rise but the maid held her down gently. “You must stay down, princess.” The word Princess was beginning to grit her nerves! She didn’t want to stay down, she wanted to stand up and find answers to the sudden events. “What time is i
Two days later it was announced that the king was throwing a huge feast to celebrate the capture of Uromi. In their honor a two-week celebration was announced, the celebration of the festival of Fists which was supposed to be at the near end of the year was moved up to honor their bravery. There was much to be done, a lot of preparations to be made but first, there was something important going on in the royal house. The third day after the soldiers returned Barigo invited the nobles for a small celebratory dinner and a special announcement. Phoenix dressed in the white gown trimmed with red thread at the hem Goyre had gifted her with along with the one of hold thread hemming the edge and the white slippers which she wore Patry had given her when she left the pantheon. The bright color of the dress set off the color of her eyes and hair. She was securing her veil over her hair which she packed high on her head when the door to her room opened. She turned arou