Crippled Black Phoenix Novels & Stories

The panic on their faces made Serina so jealous, it was driving her mad. Serina hated being ignored by them. Gritting her teeth, she quietly hid in a room and made a call. “Hello, is this Hack? I am Serina. “Remember the shewolf you crippled? I’ll pay you to put on another act. “What act? A kidnapping case! Tell her family that the crippled woman kidnapped me! Remember, kick up such a fuss that everyone knows about it!" Serina gritted her teeth and went on, “This time, I’ll ruin Margery’s reputation completely!

"I want to know everything about you. Where are you from? What happened to you, and with you? How did you wind up taking on a suicidal mission? If it's possible, can you begin with your childhood?” His tone scared the hell out of me. It was cold, but I understood his words. But why did he want to know about me? Shouldn't he be kicking me out? “Ummm, my name is Athena Blackwood from the Phoenix pack. Well, was from the Phoenix pack. You already know this part, sorry. I'm twenty-three years old, an omega wolf, and the eldest of my mother's children. I was mated to Alpha Enzo. I did everything he ever asked of me. I don't know if you know this, but I have, had I mean, I had special blood runnin

I declared, my right hand cleaning up my teary cheeks. If I die, they will take everything. No. I couldn’t let that happen, not anymore. I had been pushed and tormented, humiliated and broken, but not defeated, at least, not yet. My hands shook as I smoothed out the business card. Adrian Montclair had offered me a chance to rebuild, to fight back. In exchange, I’d owe him a favor someday. The idea of owing anyone, especially a man like him, twisted my stomach. But what choice did I have?

she explained. She opened the window and inhaled deeply, “see!” She faced him. Her eyes widened at the sight of the man's face. He chuckled dryly, his eyes glued to the outside world beyond the opened window “Seems like they didn't tell you” his baritone voice resonated within her very soul. He continued, “I'm not just crippled, I'm blind as well” Ava's eyes widened more. How is it possible? Since when? She knew him, he was the first young master, Liam Blackwood, the eldest son.

Nothing, no scent, no sound, no sign that anyone had entered. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I clutched my pounding head. I staggered to my feet, guided only by the pale moonlight spilling through the window. My body felt like lead, weak, empty, and starving, my throat burned with dryness. I stumbled into the kitchen and drank water. I set the cup down, and that’s when it happened. A sharp, agonizing crack split through my bones, my knees buckled. No. Not again. I screamed as the shift overtook me, my bones twisting, reshaping, skin tearing. The black wolf emerged, ruthless and wild, trapping my soul behind its eyes.

(Five years later) Lyra’s POV I leaned against the dark tinted window of my limousine as it drove past the City. My reflection stared back at me, my face covered with a Phoenix shaped mask that only allowed my eyes and mouth to be seen, it was my Trademark. The world now knew me as The Phoenix, the name wasn't just branding. It was my story. I had risen from destruction, rebuilt by hands that should never have held me together, and now the very fire that consumed me was now my fuel and weapon.

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace and the phoenix tattoo on her wrist that marked her rebirth. Rafael's intake of breath was audible. "Jesus, Natalie. You're..." "What?" "Perfect." He traced the tattoo with one finger, his touch feather-light. "This is beautiful. What does it mean?" The question hit her like a physical blow. The phoenix was everything—her death, her rebirth, her transformation from victim to avenger. It was the symbol of rising from ashes, of becoming something stronger and more dangerous than what came before. But she couldn't tell him that. So she gave him a version of the truth instead.

She chuckled softly, “You’re stronger than you think, Nyra. A phoenix doesn’t need to be taught how to burn” A phoenix? She didn’t answer me anymore as the grand halls were opened. The grand ceremonial hall was packed with all high profiled people from all over the region. From council elders to pack nobles and allies representatives. Every important set of eyes in Blood Moon territory and packs under us was present. Perfect for a showdown but still I had no idea of what to do. Slow entrance music began playing as we took steps towards where the devil himself stood. Heads turned and gasps followed suit.

He yelled and I flinched. “What's going on, Throgan..?” He mimicked my voice making it sound more pathetic than it actually did, or maybe it sounded like that and I never noticed. “I can't believe that old Andolopus had a child as pathetic and useless as you. I mean sure, you are crippled, but you cannot be crippled of mind too,” “Oh, she is, I can assure you, little girl is a cripple at the core of her very soul,” another voice said as a woman walked into my room.