บททั้งหมดของ Rise of the Phoenix Wolf: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

ROMAN.“Did everyone check in?”“Mhm,” Octavia murmured. “All safe rooms are accounted for. Dani, Nallah, and Adira made their last sweeps before locking the doors. Deria has locked down the hospital. Nothing will get there unless we permit it.”“Good,” I said, my voice low.There were some patients who couldn’t be moved out of the hospital and into a safe room, so we made it into one large safe room. Deira’s group was tasked with protecting it. Said group was made up of powerful Fae and werewolves alike. The building was fortified with every kind of magic that we could think of using, but we were leaving nothing to chance. It was a common tactic for enemies to eliminate the sick and injured, which was why hospitals were often targeted.We also needed somewhere away from the fighting to treat our warriors.I sighed, glad to hear that everything was going to plan thus far. Well, as much as could be expected as we prepared for waves of demons.There was a clear advantage of seeing the bo

OCTAVIA.For a heartbeat, I thought that my eyes were playing tricks on me. The battlefield was utter chaos. Across from us was a demon who was tearing through his own kind.Not wildly.Not frenzied like the others.But with precision, with purpose.He maneuvered around the battlefield with the meticulousness of a grandmaster. There were some expert dodging enemies, gifts, and Phoenix fire. In a way it looked like a chaotic dance and was proof of him being blessed by a higher authority.The Goddess had said that an ally would come in the most unlikely of forms during the battle when the demon horde rushed our borders.This was the ally that she had promised, of that we were certain.There was darkness inside of him, which was common for demons. You couldn’t go through life, or afterlife, in the Underworld without that darkness seeping deep into you. But there was something different about his darkness. It wasn’t overwhelmingly oppressive like the others. And underneath that darkness, s

OSRIC.I wasn’t surprised that King Lezdeus disappeared when he realized that he was losing. The moment the tide turned, the moment his army became more corpse than force, he vanished. He went first before the others joined him.There was no doubt that he would return. Tyrants like him never accepted defeat. Only postponement. But time was the one thing he would need now. Time also meant survival for these people and for me.Suffocating silence crept in as the battlefield emptied of demons. Dead bodies from both sides lay scattered across the ground. Some twisted unnaturally where they’d fallen. The stench of death was heavy, but there was something even heavier—fresh air. This wasn’t the first time that I was on the surface, but I never remembered it smelling this good before. Although, it was when I died that I was last up here. Regardless, the scent here was preferable to the sulfur and darkness there.I stood alone among those who would consider me an enemy. The only demon still st

ROMAN.“So, what are the plans for tonight?” Brock asked, tossing me the tennis ball.I caught it without looking, leaning back in my chair as Demetrius and James trash-talked their way through a high-stakes game of darts on the other side of the room. It was the first calm we’d had in days. No alarms, no emergencies, no one bleeding out. And my office felt almost… normal. Which was rare enough to savor.I couldn't help but slowly grin as I checked the time.“I’ve got a date planned,” I said.Brock nearly choked on his drink. “A fancy date?”“Fancy,” I confirmed, throwing the ball back.James looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “You’re taking her somewhere good?”“Better than good,” I said.Because tonight wasn’t just dinner. It was something I’d put thought into—something meant to give Octavia a night away from the weight of destiny and grief and responsibility.“Thalassa Rose,” I told them, and Brock let out a low whistle.Thalassa Rose wasn’t just a restaurant—it was a whole expe

OSRIC. I stayed close to my assigned group as we moved through the dark woods and along the quiet stretch of road that led away from the college.It still felt strange to be here.Not in the sense that I did not belong—at least not entirely—but because of how oddly welcoming everyone had been. When I first arrived at the packhouse, plenty of wolves looked at me as if they expected me to sprout horns and rip someone’s throat out. I could not exactly blame them for that. I was a demon. A real one. Not the watered-down version people told stories about around campfires.There was wariness. Suspicion.But then Luna Octavia and Alpha Roman vouched for me, which had changed everything.Not immediately. Wolves were too smart for blind trust. But little by little, they stopped looking at me like I was a bomb waiting to explode. Some nodded when they passed me in the hall. Others included me in conversations or handed me a coffee without being asked. Small things. Tiny things.But they matter