Diego Armando Phoenix Wright Novels & Stories

He showed them the file. It was a complete operational manual for the Phoenix youth recruitment program. Including the names of every Phoenix member still active. Including the name of the person running the program. Marcus looked at the name. His face went white. "That is impossible," he said. "What?" Maya asked. Marcus showed her. The operational director of the Phoenix youth program was listed as: Captain David Rodriguez. The military officer who had helped them escape the compound. The officer who had died protecting them. "He is dead," Maya said. "We saw him die."

"My heart didn't beat. My lungs didn't breathe. But Director Okonkwo's people brought me back. They used magic and science and things that shouldn't exist. They made me... this." Phoenix held up a hand, and it became translucent, like smoke. "I exist between life and death. I can touch both worlds. And Director Okonkwo has spent five years teaching me to use that power. To heal. To harm. To control." "This child is confused," Nadia said quickly. "The procedures used to save them were intensive. They've had difficulty distinguishing reality from…" "I can prove it," Phoenix said. "Watch." The child walked to where one of the Council Elders sat, an ancient man who looked frail and sick. Phoenix

As I walked up the stairs to their home, Commander Winston walked up besides Lance asking where Phoenix was. “I believe she’s here, but I need to have some time with my mate to figure out what’s going on with her.” Deep down I smirked saying ‘my mate’ because she was mine, not his. I knocked on the door and her father answered. “Mr. Greeley, is Phoenix here?” “Yes she is.” Lance tried to move between myself and Commander Winston trying to walk in and was stopped by his dad. “Dad what gives, I live here.” “Not right now, you don’t.”

He felt her coming closer to him. Will he be able to resist the call of nature now that she was getting close? His name is Luke Brant, and he is one of the rarest supernatural beings that walk the earth. He is a phoenix. Dear readers, the new adventure is starting. I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. You can join me on social media if you'd like... I always answer :) Instagram: @author.oceanwide Facebook page: @author.ocean.wide

"I'm sorry about that, Elle. I want to check the arm. Hold it out gently and I will check and examine it." Elle did as she had been told to and Damien held her arm gently, running his palm up and down the length of it. As he ran his palm over her wrist, Elle tensed. He peered at it more closely again before using his thumb to feel something there. As he pressed her wrist, she let out a sharp scream and Damien was amazed by how Ariel had managed to do something like this. "Elle, I am afraid your wrist has been dislocated," he said and Elle gasped in surprise.

“Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.” The name didn’t ring a bell, though something about it made my wolf stir uneasily. “Mr. D’Amaris,” I said carefully, returning his smile. “And what brings you here? I was told that you were interested in an investment proposal.” “I heard of your plans for a new independent firm,” he said, his gaze sharp but warm enough to disarm. “A bold vision, Luna. I admire that. I’d like to be your first investor, if you’ll have me. Given that I am not from your council, I believe that having something of your own should give you a bit of an advantage.”

"That's impossible. He's dead. He died ten years ago." But I recognized him from the portraits lining the sanctuary's halls. Cassia's son. Kira's older brother. Marcus Phoenix's first attempt at creating a phoenix-wolf hybrid through torture instead of birth. "Cyrus," Marcus Phoenix breathed, and for the first time since I'd met him, he looked truly broken. The Shadow Walkers were using him like a living key, his corrupted phoenix fire eating through the sanctuary's wards from the inside out. Every scream that tore from his throat took another layer of protection with it.

He wore a deep blue bespoke suit and carried himself with an easy grace, but his eyes held a dangerous sharpness. I was surprised. I'd expected my mother's friend to be a middle-aged man, not someone this young and handsome. "Isabella, this is Elias Torrino," Victoria introduced. "The most powerful... 'businessman' in Britain." I knew what she left unsaid: Mafia boss. "An honor, Mrs. Wright." Elias nodded slightly, then his eyes met mine. "And the future heir of the Wright family." We sat in the living room, and Victoria got straight to the point.

Gold swallows hard, focusing on his painting. He started this artwork more than two weeks ago. The lack of time hinders him from painting it perfectly, though as stated, at least it's done. "This is Phoenix in the Fire." He tells everybody, still looking at his work. The portrait is greatly inspired by the polaroid picture he took the first night he and Kolya slept together. The canvas size is 38"W x 75"H, it's big and he can't believe that he's showing this to the public.

“This is Jasper Denis. My most skilled warrior. He will show you around the pack today.” “Okay,” I muttered when he gestured to Jasper to leave us alone. Once the door was closed behind us, Beta Rodriguez got up from his place and walked towards me. “Call me Andres when we are not alone,” he said, and I nodded my head. I thought he would walk back to his place, but he surprised me as he lightly traced my cheek while I stood as still as a statue. Various emotions swirled in his eyes when he quickly pulled back and turned around.