China Phoenix Bird Novels & Stories

"But I'm going to find out." --- That night, I dream. I'm standing in a field. The sky is dark. The air is cold. And she's there. The woman. The one from before. The veil. "You're still here," I say. "I'm always here," she says. "I'm always with you." "The mark is gone. Julian said I'm human now." "You are human," she says. "But you are also something more." "What?" "You are the Phoenix," she says. "The one who rises from the ashes. The one who breaks the cycle. The one who saves the world."

Violet’s breath caught in her chest, the weight of his question pressing down on her harder than any touch. The scenary felt unbearably still, every sound, the faint hum of the wind and the cricket , the distant honks of the cars passing by, dissolving into silence. His gaze pinned her in place, steady and unyielding, as though he could see through every wall she had carefully built. She wanted to speak, to offer him the truth he deserved, yet the words tangled at the edge of her tongue like thorns. Violet realized that silence could be louder, more dangerous, than any lie.

I revealed, a mysterious twinkle in my eyes. The chickens, my dear friend, were no ordinary fowl. Oh no, they were extraordinary creatures, for they possessed within them the very essence of the legendary phoenix. Yes, you heard me right, phoenix blood coursed through their veins, making them the true descendants of that mythical bird. Eliza, with her eyes gleaming with curiosity and excitement, couldn't resist the temptation. "Riel, please, I must have some of these magnificent creatures to take home," she pleaded, her determination evident in her voice.

I ask. “No, my great-grandfather knew one, but I am not sure if the Phoenix was a man or woman.” Desmond admits. “Male Phoenix are rare. Most offspring born are girls.” Evan points out. I don't know how he knew that, but it makes sense. Every time I had heard of one, they were always women. I wonder why that is. At the moment, I don’t care. I think Sienna is right. We know where they are, and that is all we need. We still need to find this woman and see what she knows.

We were halfway across the yard when he said it. “You know, Brenna—” I stopped walking. Turned to face him. “Phoenix,” I said, voice low but firm. “I prefer Phoenix.” He blinked, surprised. “Sorry. I didn’t mean—” “I know,” I said, eyes locked on his. “But Brenna sounds like you forgot who I am. Phoenix is who I became.” He smiled, slow and wicked. “I like your territorial side.” I rolled my eyes, but my lips tugged into a grin. “It’s not territorial. It’s truth.”

Silence from Cassian, wherever she was keeping him. Nova had activated every Phoenix Council contact from here to the eastern territories, but phoenixes were dying out—we'd learned that much from the Council's archives. Only seventeen confirmed phoenixes left in the world, most of them old, tired, wanting nothing more than to fade peacefully. They had no information about Vesna, this corrupted phoenix-descendant who burned cold. "She's not asking for anything," Marcus said for the hundredth time, standing over our war table covered in maps, marked with every possible location Vesna might hide. "No ransom. No demands. No threats. Why take him if she doesn't want something?"

Loki, flew overhead, his Raven flying over us as the dark shadow went through the crowd. As fucking cheesy as it was, Uriel had mentioned having birds fly overhead with our searing kiss, but with the help of my brother, we did something better. Phoenix birds of Hell rose to the sky, their flaming tails of fire exploding overhead, scorching the sky. Feathers dropped from their wings and tails, only to ignite and flame out just before hitting the crowd. The ash, now white as snow, dusting us all.

I shake my head no. “The phoenix is a mysterious bird. It’s special. Like you. It has a strong love for its people. It gives the people its power. She rises above them. She brings death to life. You do that, Mia. You will bring life to us. Our Phoenix queen will protect us with your love and healing. You will allow us to once again, rise from the ashes and be reborn. Would you like that?” He studies my face. I nod yes and give him a quick glance.

he said, smiling at me as he continued, “her name is Aurora,” “Aurora...” I repeated her name. This was my second approach to something that had phoenix with it. That must be the shapeshifters pack symbol, the phoenix bird. He turned his back to the camera, then returned with a rolled paper. “Also a phoenix bird came earlier with this message, I thought it was from Sienna since she was the only one who uses them, but I guess I was wrong.” I felt my heart drop in my stomach. The supremes were the only people I knew who used phoenix birds beside Sienna.

By sunset, only Adrian’s people remained. Adrian led her inside, his sharp gaze was all over her. The grand entrance boasted a massive chandelier, dripping with crystal, reflecting light across marble floors polished to perfection. A staircase curled up to the second floor, its golden railings gleaming under the dim lights. Art pieces hung on the walls. There was no doubt this was the home of someone who controlled everything within its walls. "Listen carefully, Seraphina," Adrian finally spoke, turning to face her. "There are rules you will follow if you intend to stay here. Break them, and we will have problems."