Fire Phoenix Mobi Novels & Stories

So to confirm it, he asked, “What is your age Phoenix?” Harry asked on which what Phoenix said cleared Harry’s doubt that Phoenix is Sebastian’s split personality. “I was born on the day when I lost mom,” Phoenix said. Harry who heard this thought, that maybe Phoenix would tell him that what happened that day, because Sebastian told nobody about that day. “Phoenix what happened that day?” Harry asked on which Phoenix, who heard this, went from there saying nothing. From that day, Harry came to know that Phoenix is the only one who was saving girls/women by attacking those rapists and drug addicts. Harry told everything to Sanjeev and Lavanya, Lavanya who heard this said,

" A PHOENIX! " I gasped as I looked at her majestic wings that were surrounded by fire.There were two rogues near her burnt to crisp and when the one I was fight tried to run away, she sent a ball of fire and he burnt whole.The smell of burnt meat filled the air as the fire around her died down and she fell unconscious on the ground.Her clothes had been burnt too leaving her exposed naked. I got over my shock then shifted back into my human form and ran over to her." Kaira!" I held her in my hands. Some of the pack warriors had come to see what had happened and one of them threw some sweat pants my way. I wore them and took the blanket we had come with covering her up.I carried her in my arm

“And Puma.” Phoenix is the second tallest of the guys. Forrest is taller than him by maybe an inch. Phoenix also has a face that screams “don’t mess with me.” Even though he’s smiling at me, I can see something in his eyes. Something I can’t explain. Part of me wants to reach out and touch him—to know instantly what his story is. I want to know who hurt him. Phoenix has dark brown eyes. They’re so dark that they’re almost black. Whenever the moon hits them just right, they glow slightly. I’m beginning to think that either I’m crazy too, or that wolf shifters really do exist.

"I can walk. I don't need to smell the path to know where the fire is. I can feel the Abyss pulling at my marrow." They stepped out into a nightmare. The earth bled lava; the sky was a bruised purple choked with soot. "Listen to me," Phoenix said, her voice a razor-thin whisper. "If you try to play the martyr... if you throw yourself into a trap just to prove you’re 'sorry'... I will leave you there to melt. I want the stone. Not your sacrifice." Kael stepped closer, his shadow swallowing her. He grabbed her wrist—not with Alpha strength, but with the desperation of a drowning man.

Ajax says. “Vaeril is a elf prince, right fire dragon?” My mouth moved, but it wasn’t me speaking. The woman turns and looks at me. “He is. Do you know him?” “Uh, Anala, this is Phoenix. We’re keeping it quiet for now, but this is Emmi’s shifter that you’re talking to.” “Wait, you’re a phoenix? Oh, that is totally cool! Is that why your fire is so hot? Is that how you were able to control my fire in elemental manipulation when it started getting out of control?”

I jumped back to my feet, ready for a fight, my eyes glazed over with anger tears, how dare they do this to me? “What the fuck!?” I scream, my anger souring as my skin began to glow with a orange tint, the burns barley leaving a mark. But that wasn’t what pissed me off, they dared call me their Mate And then they tried to hurt me in the next second, tried to burn me, burn a phoenix. it was almost laughable alright would have been if I wasn't so angry, fire cannot kill me, it only makes me stronger, simply singeing the skin on the outside, whilst on the inside it gives me power.

"The source of all phoenix fire. It can burn anything, even shadow poison. But..." "But what?" Derek demanded. "To use it, she has to enter it. Completely. And not everyone survives their first immersion." "What's the survival rate?" I asked. Marcus hesitated. "For normal phoenixes? About half. For a Phoenix Wolf who hasn't even shifted yet? Unknown. You'd be the first." "Wonderful odds," I muttered. "There is... another way," a new voice said. We all turned. A woman materialized from the flames themselves – ancient, beautiful, with fire for hair and stars for eyes.

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace and the phoenix tattoo on her wrist that marked her rebirth. Rafael's intake of breath was audible. "Jesus, Natalie. You're..." "What?" "Perfect." He traced the tattoo with one finger, his touch feather-light. "This is beautiful. What does it mean?" The question hit her like a physical blow. The phoenix was everything—her death, her rebirth, her transformation from victim to avenger. It was the symbol of rising from ashes, of becoming something stronger and more dangerous than what came before. But she couldn't tell him that. So she gave him a version of the truth instead.

I shake my head no. “The phoenix is a mysterious bird. It’s special. Like you. It has a strong love for its people. It gives the people its power. She rises above them. She brings death to life. You do that, Mia. You will bring life to us. Our Phoenix queen will protect us with your love and healing. You will allow us to once again, rise from the ashes and be reborn. Would you like that?” He studies my face. I nod yes and give him a quick glance.

I have to find a way to distract him and divert his attention for my plan to be set in motion. As the warriors continue their sparring, my eyes flicker to the other side of the howling ground, where Phoenix is standing with her back to the action, speaking with the Gemma, Mira. She’s been involved in the pack’s operations lately, her presence growing stronger by the day. She presents herself to be a formidable force, that much is clear since she came to this pack. She’s loyal to the pack and today, that loyalty will be her weakness.