El Ave Fenix Novels & Stories

I bit my lip when he got up from the couch to take off his clothes desperately, and I took advantage of ogling it at every garment he took off, knowing what would come when he was completely naked. “What the hell...?” My eyes widened at the sight of a tattoo on his chest. It wasn't just any tattoo, of course. On his left chest there was an A written in cursive letter and inside the letter I could see a landscape. "I wanted to take your memory with me, Abbie,” he explained, kneeling naked between my legs, "I always wanted to remember the first moment we met." “Is it the island?” I asked looking at it closely; I liked how incredible the blue sky, palm trees and sand looked. It was as if the A

He was one of the fewest witches who were associated with werewolves. “That’s not all, he says they know what she’s called. She’s like a key to something and he wants to see her.” There, Andre interjected. “Taking her to Fergil might be a bad idea, I don’t like him.” “I have to. I have just been told I can’t be with Avara and yet, I’m still getting drawn to her. If I can’t reject her, I have to make her reject me. And I’ll gladly accept.”

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

She pondered if her actions were replicating the sensations he felt at Esmerelda's, but she refrained from voicing her thoughts, sensing the fragility of the moment. Curiosity piqued, Ava took the candle, its flame having transformed a good portion of its solidity into a pool of glistening liquid wax. Testing its temperature, she cautiously poured some onto her wrist. The sensation surprised her; a sudden, sharp warmth quickly turned into a tingling pleasure, a contrast of heat and relief.

"Fuck you, Langit!" Alvaro Zeinial Alexander, the younger brother of Keira and the same person as the man who claimed to be Cherry's lover. From that moment on, he chose to wipe out those who were responsible for his sister's death.

"Are you really not coming with me to Azuria, Averill?" The time had come to fulfill the Miracle Card. While he had a Speed Talisman from Gerald to escape if things went south, Felix couldn't help but worry. He hadn't forgotten the lesson from last time. After all, this was abroad, and he was worried that the Elders' Council might be plotting against him.

“Com’on, don’t choke on your food. Here’s some water.” “I wonder why I can’t even eat in peace,” Ava said in between meals. Her eyes turned watery as she chewed and tried to swallow everything at once. “I’m sorry but I’m just curious. You love him right? “Aunt,” she breathed in and out trying to stay cool, “you know I moved in newly. I mean he’s been here before me. He is good-looking and he looks responsible too. Well, I think I like him.” “You think?” “I don’t even know his name.”

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

Aria’s pov The dream comes again. I see flames all around, red and gold, like a living storm. When I reach for them, they burn, but not my skin. It's like the fire wants to get inside me and just stay there. Voices whisper in the flames, so many of them saying my name, pulling me closer until I can't get any air.

"I am in. Vault open. Searching for your father's file. There are hundreds here. Wait. Something labeled Project Phoenix. That sounds bad. Let me crack it." Avery tensed in my arms but kept moving. "Project Phoenix? Damien, that name feels wrong. Keep dancing. Do not stop. Ezra, what is in it? Talk fast." I held her steady, my grip tightening. "Stay loose, Avery. We look like lovers, remember? Ezra, describe what you see. Do not get caught reading." Ezra breathed heavier. "It is thick. Mentions Avery's father. Says the Silver Fenrir line was targeted because of Phoenix. Some kind of weapon or experiment. I am copying now. But the file triggered something. Wait. Alarm is blinking."