Phoenix Elite #1
Elora Rae Gannon believes her life is over. On her sixteenth birthday she receives news that she is a mythical monster of hellish proportions and if that's not bad enough, she receives this information in the form of a letter from her dead mother who also informs her that she must become part of an elite secret society of others like herself or die. Sucky birthday, huh? And just when she thinks she's got it all figured out, her new-found family in the Elite forces her to break ties with her human BFF shortly before her BFF just up and vanishes. With her world in utter upheaval, Elora makes the move to a new school- Marlind Prep, with full intentions of finding out exactly what is going on behind the scenes and why her best friend has vanished- all while trying to figure out how to successfully make out with her boyfriend without sucking the very life out of him!
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When you’re gazing into the eyes of hell, you think you would tremble with fear, not melt into them with a burning hunger and desire. But I was doing just that and I knew it. His hold on my waist was firm and I could feel my soul shrieking "danger!" I did not heed its warning. I held on, mesmerized by those umber browns, knowing I would forever be their prisoner.
Isaac gripped my shoulders, nails digging in almost painfully; he pulled me closer still and met my lips with his. Intoxicated by his kiss, I ignored the illusory flames licking at my ankles. His mouth was warm and venomously sweet on mine, not at all the way you think a spawn of darkness’s would be. I opened my own eyes, fixed them on his strong, toasted-almond bone structure and drunk him in like cheap wine until I was delirious with confusion.
Fluttering wings to my left caused my brow to furrow. They reminded me of something—another set of wings the color of skittles with a sheer iridescence like that of a shimmering opal stone beneath a summer sun. Wings that belonged to a unique group of persons who had battled for millenniums against everything I was embracing within my trembling arms at that moment. Isaac was so handsome...so strong...so alluring...so...
Then I realized they were not the wings of a Phoenix (my own lay folded within a thin membrane of flesh just above my Mark of Uroboros), but of a Ruhk. A Ruhk was believed to be the son of Set or Seth, half man, half god and all-together the epiphany of evil sent to rid the Earth of my kind, of our father, Amun Re’s kind. Blood red feathers like silk wrapped around my body. My heart stopped.
“You belong to me, Elora."