Comic Book Stores Phoenix Novels & Stories

The escort service Cartwright runs is in the older Encanto area of Phoenix known for its lower rent, shady dealings, and dead bodies. The location goes hand-in-hand with his workforce of women. They would probably do better standing on a street corner. He provides services for a less discerning clientele than what Elegant Escorts has. If you want to get laid cheaply by women with drug habits and missing teeth, Cartwright is your man.

Unlike the rest of us who had others to comfort us, no one wanted anything to do with them, not trusting them after they attacked us with The Mean Ones. Emmi’s idea of letting Phoenix tell us if they’re lying is genius. Phoenix does seem to have an understanding of things that the rest of us do not. I don’t know if it’s because she’s a phoenix and is, therefore, more attuned to the world, or if it’s because she’s lived so many lives, but she does feel and know things that the rest of us don’t.

But just then, the world tilted. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. The protective barrier around the Phoenix Court, the one my mother had sealed with a fragment of her very soul had shattered. "That's impossible," I whispered. No demon beast, no matter how powerful, should have been able to breach it. Not unless…there was a traitor. Franz and I rushed out. The clan was in chaos. High-level demon beasts had invaded. A fledgling Phoenix, barely ten, was pinned beneath the foot of a boar-beast. She was moments from death.

He grabbed my hand and rushed us away from the group of children muttering something about how annoying they were. "That you Prince Zenas?!!" A man yelled from a small bar. "Wrong Prince." Phoenix said. That's all it took for the poor man to keep silent. He just awkwardly nodded and went back into the bar. We walked hand in hand passing by more houses and shops. There was also an antique store which had all kinds of items in it. "You want to go in?" Phoenix asked catching me stare at the store. "Err....no." It looked a little creepy to me.

I smile, throwing my shoulders back. Three of them burst into fits of laughter, whilst Maddox stares at me with a strange look in his eyes, one I didn’t even want to decipher, I had boiled it down to either sex or murder, neither of which I would appreciate. I should have known they would find it hard to believe, their hadn’t been a Phoenix sighting in many years, the last one when I was only a child and I didn’t know to hide what I was. But I didn’t know if they knew about that.

They were barely alive so I took them in and treated them, after 6 months they asked me to be their clan leader, because like a pack Phoenix are strong together even if they don't go berserk after leaving the clan they still need one. After making sure they really wanted it I got an even bigger house for them built, which is where I stay when I have. Though we are Phoenix we still deal with packs, since there is only one Phoenix clan, I am part of the supernatural council. In the council we have a head for each species, usually, once a year, each member of the council gathers with the supernatural they belong to discuss affairs, and since we Phoenix are small in number, we don't usually need

Lance nodded. Lance knew that Phoenix lived at the academy and was the number one warrior. He and his parents and Sonya had kept in contact with her. They facetimed each other, when she wasn’t on a mission. He prayed she didn’t get sent here. He never figured out the real reason she left, but if he did, he’d bring his wrath down.

Since we had time before we met up with Robert, and Beth we decided to go to the comic book store Chastity told me about. As soon as we walked in the door a huge smile spread across my face. Chastity hadn’t been wrong about the amount of Marvel items they had. I heard Chastity giggle, and I looked at her questioningly. “You should see your face right now. You look like a pup in a candy store.” Chastity said between her giggles. “I guess I kind of am.” I responded with a chuckle. “Go look around.”

I step on the sidewalk and turn back to wave good-bye to Jake as he pulls away from the curb. Aspen's already reached the door with Cosmo's Comics and Café stenciled on the glass, and the bell chimes as she walks through. Inside Marissa and Amanda are already waiting for us on the orange-ish couches in the back corner. The rest of the store is empty of customers. Sundays at nine must not be a prime time for comic buying, but the smell of coffee as I walk farther into the store continues to pull me in until I reach an empty space on the couch.

Behind the bar counter, I positioned myself and poured a glass of orange juice, making sure to clarify to myself that I wasn't stealing. This establishment, known as J. Son Paradise, was a unique hybrid of a two-story comic book store and coffee shop, owned by my family. With its red and blue vinyl booths, stools, and rows upon rows of comic books and merchandise neatly displayed on shelves, the place exuded a nostalgic diner vibe blended with a modern comic store aesthetic. There were 85 such stores around the world, but the original one was right here in Philadelphia. Over the years, the store had undergone several major renovations. The second floor used to house offices for a comics publ