Edo Phoenix Novels & Stories

someone is harmed our little phoenix and I wanted to know who, I wanted them to feel worse than what they did to her whatever it was, I placed her down gently into the bed and cover her up, watching the soft rise and fall as she breathes, I can't get over her beauty, how perfect she is. how she will fit in perfectly with us.If they accept her, I will treat her like the goddess she is, give her everything she wants in return for her compassion, in return for her love. I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and turned to leave, the action harder than I would have thought, my dragon didn't want to be away from her, he was staring in my mind, marvelling in her.

“My name is Flora Argentine. I’m a sophomore in college and I’m also a healer undergoing preliminary training. I want to become a healer at Lindersay so I can help people.” My own voice sounded almost robotic even to my ears but that is who I am now. That’s my only identity, a healer. “Just to help people?” Daphne asked. “Or did you escape your pack to get away from someone?” Daphne’s words made my breath catch in my throat. Was I that transparent? “It’s alright, love,” she smiled and gave me a side hug. “We can tell a broken heart when we see one. But once you dedicate your life in worship of the Moon Goddess, you’ll find peace like no other.”

"Eh?" Phoenix was actually surprised to see her bodyguard defeated so easily. She raised her chin proudly at Frank as she asked, "Who are you?" "You should introduce yourself before you ask for someone else's name," Frank said, dropping the mush and leveling an impassive stare at Phoenix. "Heh." Seeing that Frank was so fearless, Phoenix quickly presumed that he was the apprentice of a hidden sect. Chuckling coolly, she nodded at Frank, "Phoenix Ardron of Cloudnine Sect." "Phoenix Ardron."

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

Deborah said proudly. Once she finished talking, she dashed forward and said, "My name is Deborah and I'm a level seven warrior emperor. Let me see how strong you are. It wasn't too long since I leveled up and I haven't tried my power since then. I have been dreading to fight since just now!" Severin smiled bitterly. "Fine, do whatever you want." Deborah responded with a smile. With a thought, she waved her hand to launch her technique. Suddenly, a giant phoenix formed by her spiritual energy appeared. The phoenix flapped its wings with a terrifying power evolving around it, making it extremely terrifying.

the man told him. I smirked at that bit of information and would have to compliment Ziyah’s amazing creations for working so well. It pleased me to see how pissed Andrei got at the mention of all of his ‘bounty hunters’ who met their demise over the years. His eyes flashed with his anger, making me giggle. I wondered how pissy he would be if he learned that I was indeed responsible for this, and it was his precious Dexy that gave me many interesting answers. My codename was apparently Phoenix, so that proved the theory about why he needed me. He somehow knew about Hecate’s blessing.

She elucidates better. “Protection? Why would it need protection? Isn't it stronger enough to protect itself?” Shaw questions “The oracle is indeed a powerful entity, but only when it comes to its role. She or he has no powers to hurt the other, only to alert him. The oracle is only a messenger of fate, who cannot intervene in it.” She answers Shaw “Wait, did you say ‘she or he’?” Pandora asks completely confused. “Isn’t the oracle immortal?” “It is. The entity nor its body.” She answers with a smirk playing on her lips.

But because revenge sometimes demands we dance to the beats of fools. The day of the meeting, I walked into the private lounge where Dorian waited, looking like an excited puppy, Seraphina gleaming at his side. Their laughter stilled when I entered, the mask hiding my face as always. He stood, extending a hand. “The Phoenix. Finally, we meet.” I tilted my head, fingers brushing the mask. Slowly, deliberately, I removed it. Gasps filled the room. Dorian’s face went pale, Seraphina’s eyes widened in horror.

I lunged forward, ready to drive the blade into her and avenge my children. Suddenly, David burst in. A flash of golden-red streaked from him—a tiny phoenix chick, eyes ablaze, sank its talons deep into Alice's neck. In an instant, she collapsed, coughing up blood, dead with her eyes still wide open. The little phoenix fluttered up to my arm and nestled itself there. "Mom," it said, "I avenged you." It was Charles's voice. He had become my child once more. I cupped him gently in my palms and kissed his forehead.

"Althea... what did you do to Father?" I withdrew my healing hand from Franz and rose slowly to my feet. "A hundred years ago, my mother gave her life for the Phoenix Court," I said. "In gratitude, the clan's guardian spirit granted a blessing. "I, Althea, Second Princess of the Phoenix Court, was given the right to name the next heir. And anyone who dares to harm me will suffer the wrath of heaven. Those who harbor ill intent toward me will never become the successor. Not in this life, or the next."