Edo Phoenix Novels & Stories

She warned me. I looked over for a place I could sit but to my luck there was none. Everyone had already been seated and I was the only one left. The teacher found my discomfort and spoke up..."Aiden can you please share your seat" the teacher said. I looked over to see who it was and as soon as my eyes landed on him I was knocked out of breath. He was absolutely perfect his Short coal black hair fell gracefully over his forehead, his sharp jaw and full lips complimenting more to his handsomeness. His orbs as blue as ocean as if i would drown any seconds watching them. His tanned body with perfectly sculptured abs and his shirt clinging to his body as a second skin. He was the defination of

Helga sighed. “Do you often see Dhampir’s with extra abilities?” Achilles asked. “Not often but, it does happen occasionally of course, I’ve never know it to give someone an extra marking though… Seraphina is a very strong Dhampir already, its fascinating to see her channel her powers without using incantations, I suspect that awakening her Dragon has strengthened her powers further and maybe even awakened unknown abilities. Has she spoke of having dream visions in the past?” Helga asked Achilles.

I smell citrus with vanilla, maybe her shampoo, and she smells good. “So, you come to this gym, huh?” she says, glancing at the building. When she arches her neck, my mind instantly activates dirty thoughts. I want to run my tongue to the length of her neck, bite her earlobe, suck her jaw, and graze my teeth all the way down to her collarbone. Shit! This is the result of being celibate for months. She looks at me, maybe she notices me eye-fucking her. I swallow and blink. “Yeah, two months ago.” I realize I don’t even introduce myself. “I’m Phoenix, by the way.” I extend my hand.

THIRD PERSON’S POV The battlefield was silent now, save for the low hiss of lingering flames licking at the scorched earth and the occasional groan from the wounded. The enemies had fallen. Dorian was gone. The worst had passed—or so they thought. But not everyone was breathing easily. Not when Olivia stood in her full phoenix form at the center of it all—wings stretched wide, eyes glowing molten gold, fire pulsing off her in waves. She was breathtaking. Terrifying. Divine. Her power had finally awakened, and now it demanded reverence.

No shifter can heal that quickly, only … She snarls as she rolls and stands up facing me. The power rolling off her makes me shudder. I feel more people enter the room, Stacey included. When Starci laughs manically. I see the tears stream down her cheeks. “I am Princess Serana Bastian. Daughter of Queen Marcia and King Ronan Bastian. I am the last phoenix.” I watch as her palms turn up and red and gold flames dance. She opens her mouth, and a shriek comes out instead of a scream. The shriek of a phoenix.

He caught her eye across the facility and gave her a small nod, nothing that would draw attention, just enough to say he had seen her and she was not entirely alone in the room. Beside the equipment rack stood a woman Sierra had not encountered before. Phoenix. She had heard the name in corridor whispers, always with a particular quality of respect that the fighters reserved for very few of their own. At twenty-eight, Phoenix was compact and dark-haired, with the kind of build that suggested speed over power and eyes the color of strong tea that were currently conducting the same assessment of Sierra that Sierra was conducting of her. A scar ran from her left temple to the corner of her mout

he smirked. Suddenly, his bones started cracking as he transformed into a colossal dragon. He targeted his fiery breath toward me, and I used my sword to deflect it, then redirected it back to him. The flames struck his heart, causing the dragon to collapse on its feet. It struggled to stand, but I raised my hands, manipulating its body until the dragon's leg snapped. Transforming back to his human form, he now lay on the ground, his leg severely disfigured. "Lex," I exclaimed, rushing to his side. I didn't want to kill him. Sitting beside him on the bare floor.

he said, "Move closer darathos, and let me free you from the magic of herega, make you a new lethal weapon against her horses" she replied, That must have spurred him on as he bounded closer to derora, she laid her hand on him as she felt her essence battle with that of herega, all the while darathos bellowed in pain. Soon derora had absorbed heregas magic and turned it to that of the Phoenix, she opened her eyes to are a brand new darathos, skin as red as ever, horns long and sharp with flames at the edges, he seemed taller as derora stared into the fiery pit that were his eyes,

he said, giving the photograph to the bouncer to pass to the man opposite him. His black eyes followed the bouncer till he reached him and he took the photograph from him, looking at it, he was surprised at what he saw but his reaction wasn’t seen on him. In the photo was a light brown haired woman with sparkling blue eyes. A full heart-shaped red lips, a natural defined pointed nose and long sexy eyelashes. He looked up at the man, “Drago Moonstone’s daughter.”

Ding Ding said proudly, "Behind the transmission gate, it actually leads to an ancient battlefield relic, in which there are undying souls fighting endlessly. If a living person enters it, he will immediately become an attack target and be lost in the endless war. Without my order, no one can escape it!" An uncontrollable chill rose from Ding Hao's back. This little girl was not only mature but also very scheming. He almost fell into her trap. "Well, fortunately, I didn't make the wrong choice." Ding Hao touched his nose and then asked seriously, "I think we should have a good talk now. Ding Ding, who are you? The Great Phoenix Saint? Or..." Ding Ding shook her braids and said proudly, "I am