Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 447

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 447: The Phoenix Reborn**

As Emma’s essence surged through Lucien’s veins, the transformation that unfolded was both breathtaking and terrifying. The air was thick with tension, and the room pulsed with an energy that felt alive, crackling like static before a storm.

Silas stood rigidly by the monitors, his eyes glued to the fluctuating readings that danced across the screens. Each spike sent a jolt of anxiety through him, tightening his chest. The energy curve climbed higher, a relentless ascent that screamed for immediate action. Without a moment’s hesitation, he rushed to Emma, yanking the needle from her arm and applying pressure to the small wound. “We have to go! He’s on the verge of Pyreborn,” he urged, his voice a mix of urgency and fear.

Emma’s eyes widened, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. “Already?!” she gasped, disbelief coloring her tone. But even as shock coursed through her, a spark of determination ignited in her gaze. “Okay!” she replied, her voice steadier than she felt.

Just as they turned to flee the confines of the recovery pod, a deep, resonant hum reverberated through the chamber, like the growl of a beast awakening. An explosive surge of energy erupted from Lucien, rippling through the air like a shockwave, and at the center of his chest, a faint golden glow flickered to life, fragile and uncertain at first—like a candle flickering in a tempest—before it ignited into a fierce, steady flame.

The temperature skyrocketed within the pod, the air thickening with oppressive heat that wrapped around them like a suffocating blanket.

“Marcus!” Silas shouted, his voice strained as he steadied Emma, feeling the heat begin to lick at their skin, a warning of the chaos to come.

“I’m on it!” Marcus replied, his tone unwavering amidst the chaos, a rock in the storm.

In an instant, the door burst open, and a gust of icy air rushed into the room, a stark contrast to the oppressive heat. Marcus strode in with determined purpose, his sharp gaze landing on Emma first. Relief washed over him as he assessed her, noting she was unharmed. “Ms. Tibarn, you need to step back. Leave this to me,” he urged, his voice a soothing balm in the midst of turmoil.

A flicker of hope surged within him; it seemed all that blood she had given hadn’t harmed her after all. He couldn’t fathom how she had managed it, but as long as she remained safe, that was all that mattered.

“Be careful,” Emma murmured, her voice laced with concern as she cast one last worried glance at Lucien, now completely engulfed in flames, before stepping out of the pod with Silas.

The moment they crossed the threshold, Marcus unleashed his powers. A wave of frost surged through the room, freezing everything in its path—everything except for Lucien’s bed, which remained untouched, a stark reminder of the chaos.

The flames surrounding Lucien roared higher, transforming into a furious inferno that consumed the ice around it. Each droplet of melted water evaporated instantly, leaving nothing but a scorched memory behind.

Marcus fought to maintain the frost, desperately regenerating it fast enough to contain the raging fire. He spread layers of ice across the pod’s surface, determined to prevent the flames from bursting through. Gradually, the inferno began to shrink, but just as it seemed on the verge of extinguishing—

“Shriek!”

A piercing cry, reminiscent of a phoenix, split the heavens, sharp and haunting, echoing through the very fabric of reality and shaking the entire Central Planet to its core.

In a blinding flash, a tremendous burst of energy erupted from within, sending Marcus hurtling backward as if he were nothing more than a rag doll. The recovery pod disintegrated in an instant, reduced to ashes swirling in the air.

From the wreckage ascended a colossal golden phoenix, its wings ablaze with divine fire that shone brighter than the sun itself. Each powerful beat of its wings scattered torrents of golden flame, raining down incandescent streams that turned everything they touched into charred earth.

“Drake, I need you here—now!” Marcus bellowed, his form blurring as he transformed into a massive white wolf, launching himself skyward with fierce determination.

“Rrraaaagh!”

A gale of icy wind erupted around him, colliding with the blazing phoenix in a breathtaking clash midair.

Drake, having sensed the cataclysmic surge, shed his human form. Midnight scales rippled across his body as he transformed into a mighty dragon, ascending with a roar that rolled through the sky like thunder.

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