Edo Phoenix Novels & Stories

After he managed to shield Darryl from all the blades, he charged towards Abbess Mother Serendipity with his massive ax in his hand. Dax had a plan in mind to injure Abbess Mother Serendipity and hold her as a hostage to obtain the Phoenix Pill. Abbess Mother Serendipity did not expect Dax to have upgraded to Level Two Master Saint. Dax’s ax landed on her waist! Bang! Dax did not expect Abbess Mother Serendipity to be unharmed. He was pushed back a few steps. What just happened? Darryl was puzzled. He quickly gathered his thoughts.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Just as Alexa were trying to control her tears, a chilling presence approached them. It was none other than Dionysus, or Dio as he liked to be called, the cousin of Jean and Gilbert. Dio, even in his edwardian era dark blue 'costume' was still a striking figure, with piercing green eyes and white hair still untied wildly, made him look like a vampire. Alexa never loses an awe seeing his facial feature almost mirrored Gilbert's. His usually icy demeanor had a strange warmth when it came to Alexa. They had met earlier in the night of the bloody Reverie Dinner party and had quickly formed an unlikely friendship.

His foe's eyes turning viridian was enough proof to him that the Savage Lord was the Olmpha's mate and a hybrid. Phoenix's entire look had changed, the marks made by Thora on that first night met were now visible on his super handsome face, and his hair had become two-coloured- silver with cerulean ends. And his casual outfit had become a black leather robe studded with several precious stones. His feet were bare of footwear, the peacock fan in his hand. "Hey old fart, how about I join the fray?" Cephina said with an impish grin as she made herself become visible to the sorcerer who was inwardly puzzled as to where this one popped out from without him noticing.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

I knew and believed there was no way these things were true. " Judging by the look on your face, you don't believe." Alex's father said, and I laughed because he was right. I did not believe him. " It is possible. She is the only human who carries the essence of two gods. Dinah, whom you already know, and Ephrem god of life and mercy. Her biological mother was a mage. She is very dangerous and deadly even to spirit wolves. " he said, and I felt a chill down my spine.

Demitri shot casual bursts as if he were playing, while Phoenix manned the sniper nest. Falcon, voice rough over the line, went on: “Slow as f*ck. Honey because the mother is sweet. She is the honey Dark wants to taste. Dark is the bee and the mother is the honey. Goddamn.” “Corny as always,” Demitri said with a snort. “What was her name again?” Ace asked. “Cassandra. Cassandra Echidna Nyx Evangelista,” Phoenix replied. “A Greek name? Holy sh*t,” Grey said.

Elysia asked, her voice tinged with awe and concern. "I don’t know," Alex replied, her voice echoing with newfound strength. "But I feel... unstoppable." The enemy leader, sensing the shift in power, snarled in frustration. "You think you can defeat me with your petty tricks? This changes nothing!" Alex stepped forward, her flames casting long shadows across the battlefield. "This ends now," she declared, her voice resonating with the power of the Phoenix. Without hesitation, Alex launched herself at the enemy, her flames trailing behind her like a comet. She struck with the fury of a storm, her attacks relentless and precise. The enemy leader, taken aback by the sheer intensity of her assau

“Why are you doing all this for me? I don’t even know you.” Dex stops walking. The hallway falls silent. His gaze meets mine—deep, unreadable, but full of something I can’t name. “Yes, you do,” he says softly. “I don’t,” I insist. “I don’t know who you are, where I am, or what any of this means.” He takes a breath, as if steadying himself. “My name is Dex Wright,” he begins slowly. “I’m the leader of the Silver Crescent Pack, a pack of shapeshifters. Wolves.”