Edo Phoenix Novels & Stories

“But whatever it is, it responds only to a specific pattern in human DNA.” My heart thudded painfully. “Seraph wasn’t designed to create power,” he continued. “It was built to access this.” The realization hit hard enough to steal my breath. “You used us as keys.” Alexander’s gaze met mine. “You are the key.” A deep, echoing boom came from the corridor behind him. The temperature dropped abruptly—as if every shadow had sucked in a breath. Then she entered. Phoenix. She walked into the chamber like she’d always belonged there—floating an inch above the ground, her feet not touching. The air distorted around her like heat rising off asphalt. Her eyes glowed a brighter white than before—almost

Alicia struggled to free herself. The disgusting man climbed on top of her, laughing sadistically as he started caressing her bare shoulders. Alicia screamed loudly and burst into flames, turning into her phoenix, and breaking free of the shackles, wrapping the chain around his neck, and pulling tight with her claws, opening the gash she had caused earlier.

He is highly respected despite not having reached the age of 23. I turn 19 in a few days, and the pack prepares a big, "not that a surprise" party. I pretend I don't know. This is now my life. I didn't go to college. I could have, but why? What I have is much more important than a degree that would be useless to me as Luna. I suffered a lot. I gave up everything, but ultimately, what the Moon Goddess chooses for us always turns out to be the right thing. I am Angel, the Luna of the Lycan Moon Pack, and there's nothing else in the world I'd rather be.

Face down beside a stack of canned chickpeas, because apparently in the new hierarchy of useful objects, chickpeas outrank doomscrolling. Then she looks toward the living room. “Dex?” she calls. “Yeah?” His voice comes back warm, distracted. “What are you watching?” “A guy tried to jump over a barbecue.” “And?” “He did not respect the barbecue.” Maya closes her eyes for half a second. There. Normal Dex. Normal apartment. Normal idiot internet content. The world outside still pretending it is not on a countdown. The voice is inside her. Lovely. “Identify yourself,” she says.

They came prepared. I could already see Julia and Lyra ahead, they were fighting off rogues while Dorian kept speeding with Cirilla. The warriors joined Julia and Lyra while I kept running after Dorian, ripping apart every damned rogue I came past. Up ahead, more rogues were on Dorian's tail, almost closing in on him but from literally nowhere, the rogues were surrounded with wild flames, burning the life out of them. From the flames, a figure emerged with fire burning through his skin. He was a Phoenix, but I couldn't see who he was, not in his form. But the good thing, he seemed to be on our side.

He respects her. Tesha smiles and glances at Ajax before turning back. “So, what’s coming?” “And why were you screaming earlier? Why do you scream at all?” Kenzo asks. “Phoenix is very powerful, and that power and her fire scare Emmi. Whenever Phoenix feels something is dangerous and she tries to rise, Emmi fights her. We’re working on it, but after everything that Emmi went through, it’s taking some time,” Ajax says, smiling at me to soften his words.

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

There was an undeniable spark that always made her pulse quicken, an energy that seemed to dance and flicker with a life of its own, echoing his unwavering loyalty. Phoenix's aura, true to his namesake, was vibrant and transformative, crackling with energy and life. It was a constant dance of flickering flames, alive with an unpredictable yet mesmerizing rhythm. His essence was both exhilarating and revitalizing, a force that lifted her spirits and invigorated her soul.

"Here I was thinking that we used up to ten. Lara is awesome." Dex sat back on the bed and rested his head on the bed headboard while thinking about all the things Phoenix discussed with him earlier. "One month of probation just to know her full name." Dex chuckled to himself. He thought about her pretty name and echoed it severally in his thoughts. Dex couldn't help but wonder who Phoenix really was. He was curious to know everything about her. He wondered who her parents were and why she was determined to work with the devil, David Kingston.

A scream ripped past my throat as I opened my burning palm and directed it toward the fae with a wicked smile on her face. Short wooden spikes came out of my hand. The shock was only short-lived as I felt satisfaction that I was able to do something. My spikes didn’t just fly in one direction. They went everywhere and hit everyone—except Draco. Eox was able to dodge them as he glided in the air, trying to reach me. I should not let him touch me this time, as he might be able to take me. Dark smoke rose all around the cage and it made Eox mutter profanities. If I were right, he couldn’t transport his body inside my cage.