Celestial Phoenix Novels & Stories

I smell citrus with vanilla, maybe her shampoo, and she smells good. “So, you come to this gym, huh?” she says, glancing at the building. When she arches her neck, my mind instantly activates dirty thoughts. I want to run my tongue to the length of her neck, bite her earlobe, suck her jaw, and graze my teeth all the way down to her collarbone. Shit! This is the result of being celibate for months. She looks at me, maybe she notices me eye-fucking her. I swallow and blink. “Yeah, two months ago.” I realize I don’t even introduce myself. “I’m Phoenix, by the way.” I extend my hand.

Second position would go to the telepaths, and the most desired and feared of all, psychometrics, both of which I believe have slipped through his fingers in one single form. It is widely known that the Celestial pack had gifts above and beyond what was expected in a werewolf. Tales have been told and passed down for centuries about the Moon Goddess favouring that one pack above all others and gifting them with powers derived from her own. I am not one for tales and bedtime stories, but from what I have seen in my lifetime it seems that the fanciful fables had some element of truth to them.

“Oh no, they didn’t allow us to bring Carol with us. I am worried about it. I trust Vera, but I don’t trust my hopping baby, phoenix. Do you think it’s looking for us? Is it crying?” “Princess, Carol is getting smarter now. You explained everything to it and it quietly stayed with Vera, right? Don’t worry, our baby phoenix will be fine. Right now, let’s concentrate on finding the dreamcatcher,” Zephyr said. “Hey! Look!” Reese said, pointing at the black, blue and red sky merging at a point like a spiral cloud whirlpool. “What’s that?” Zephyr and I exchanged glances. “Could it be the point where nightmares merge?”

We both know no incent people should never have to live a life as slaves. ‘Oh, I’m going to have so much fun. Thanks, Sephiroth.’ ‘I almost feel sorry for these assholes, and I do stress on the almost.’ With a laugh from me and hearing Grim screaming I hear. “Phoenix, what is going on with your eyes? Why are the silver now?” “Shhh…that’s not important right now. Oh, btw, my name is Kefka and we’re going to have a lot of fun. Are you in Raven?”

the creature growled as it rushed forward in glee, its heads stretched forward to attack. Phoenix's face became more solemn as his hair turned silver with cerulean ends and lengthened past his shoulders, stopping a few inches above his waist. A red moon mark appeared on his forehead, and four circular purple marks appeared under both lower eyelids. Now wasn't the time to care that his people could see his actions via that special mirror in the ceremony ground.

“Are you really Knox’s mate, or are you just playing some kind of game?” Lydia blinked, stunned by the bluntness of the question. “Excuse me?” Ella tilted her head. “You heard her. It’s just a little hard to believe that Knox would have a mate. Especially someone like you.” “Well, do you expect him to be mateless? I can’t blame you, and if you think I’m some kind of ride-along, then I guess you’re wrong. We are a mate-blessed bond from the Moon Goddess. I’m sorry—there’s nothing you can do.” Lydia threw in the remark, which earned a scowl. She knew she’d hit the spot, but they were at a party, so obviously, they could do nothing.

Two months passed like this, and then both Celeste and I laid our eggs at the same time. On the day the eggs were laid, the sky was once again filled with a strange phenomenon. Colors spread across the heavens, and flocks of birds circled above Silvan's estate, chirping in unison. There was no doubt now. Out of the two eggs that Celeste and I had laid, one of them was definitely a Phoenix. I pushed with all my strength until, finally, I laid an egg. "The Princess has given birth!” Everyone believed that Celeste was the one carrying the Phoenix, and they all rushed over to her side, leaving only Lucian by mine.

Curiously she asked, "Grandmother Willow will you tell me the story behind this ugly spell?" "Alright child, I will tell you." "One thousand years ago, there was a creature that descended from the heavenly world to the human world. She was the most powerful of them all, the Phoenix Goddess. Her powers were so great that creatures of all kinds and sizes would bow down to her. With her great power she was able to unify the world together in peace. Once the world was able to live peacefully and prosperously, she had to return to the immortal realm. However, she was poisoned by her lover and lost all her divine power. She was doomed to stay with him in the human world."

“I texted Connor and asked him to send me one of his e-books on ancient Wolfkind history. While going through one of them I found out something related to your magic." “What did you find?" Right now, my desperation for answers could be measured on a scale. She hold up her phone and begins reading. “It says here that when the moon goddess first descended from the skies, she gave birth to a daughter and blessed her with immense powers. She was the ancestor of the first wolf clan to roam the realm of Lunaris. But it doesn't say what kind of wolves they were or what happened to them.” “My father also told me about the first wolf clan. But all he told me was they went extinct long ago." Asher add

“She’s my mate, Callum.” “What?” he breathed. I looked back at her. She was barely conscious, slumped against the cold wall. She looked so frail and underfed. Her breathing was shallow and uneven. I wanted to hold her. To shield her and tear apart anyone who had laid a hand on her. “Open this cell before I break it down myself,” I growled. And I could. I was an Obsidian wolf, one of the most powerful wolves alive. If they refused, I would rip the bars out of the stone and use them to crush their heads.