Fire Purple Phoenix Novels & Stories

"Vermilion Bird?" White Light was shocked to see the blue firebird appear above Long Chen. It was one of the ancient beasts that was very close to fire. If the Phoenix had eternal life and could be reborn from fire, then the Vermilion Bird was a true bird that lived in the fire itself. They were familiar with various types of fire, including hellfire. In fact, the Vermilion Bird's fire was said to be even more powerful than the Phoenix's own fire.

It wasn’t mine. It was hers. The Phoenix spirit had surfaced—completely. I could still see, still feel, but my body no longer belonged to me. It belonged to us. And she didn’t want this to be quick. She wanted it to be slow. A tendril of flame unfurled from my palm—glowing gold, edged in pure white. It slithered toward him like a serpent, wrapping around his wrist first. The moment it touched skin, he screamed—a hoarse, cracking sound that echoed through the clearing.

I said cheerfully. My fork freezes in the air when I hear someone calls Alexander. I look up at the voice that’s now standing beside our table. A tall blonde, with a body, should be on the cover of a men’s magazine, with beautiful hazel eyes, high cheekbones, and well-coated red lips. She wears a turquoise dress that fits like her second skin. I look at Phoenix who’s looking flushed, glaring, and clenching his jaw. Who is this woman that makes Phoenix so angry?

The note read: Violet, My beautiful love I have had a special team working on this hybrid rose for you. Ever since I saw the blue flame I knew I could find a way to show you my love for you. And to remind you that with both flames working together you can do amazing things to help others. I love you. Love Jaylor. P.S. Move the paper to reveal the other present. As soon as I removed the tissue paper I saw a note on top of a dress. The note said Happy birthday on it. As soon as I read the note I thought could it really be that time already? Is is really my sixteenth birthday today? I look down lost in my own thoughts and they immediately come to a halt as I let out a gasp when I see the dress

Teo asked as he directed his gaze towards Phoenix. “Because she is more than a curse, she is my friend.” Teo eyed Phoenix with suspicion. “There are rumors that you possess powers, is this true? The people say that you’re named Phoenix because you have the power to produce flames from your hands.” “The rumors are true,” Phoenix said as she came closer to them. “And if you ever insult me again,” flames licked the flesh of her right arm as she walked closer to him. “I’ll make sure not even your ashes remain.”

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 moon suddenly turned purple, Sharmaine called for the purple-haired girl to appear, a power that Sharmaine had hidden and didn't want to use. Nanami Vincent surprise. Sharmaine flew high, purple moonlight covered Sharmaine like that time. Her whole body became a purple light. Sharmaine's hair turned purple, and her eyes also turned purple. This is what Neva looks like. "Neva?" The purple haired girl walked over to Sharmaine, she smiled, and extended her finger, Sharmaine also extended her hand. Two fingers touched, Sharmaine appeared, Neva appeared. "What? You want to fight Neva right?" Sharmaine wiped the blood from her lips, her eyes purple like gems.

Something raw. My Dearest Caspian, She stopped. The ink bloomed on the paper like a bruise. I told you once that the Phoenix always finds its peace. I lied. The Phoenix is a creature of fire, and sometimes, the fire consumes everything it touches. Do not come looking for me. Do not let the Ares teams track this signature. I have discovered a part of the Dividend’s legacy that only I can dismantle, and to do it, I have to be the person I promised I’d never be again.

’ I link her. ‘Luna, good morning. I’m not the most well versed about the topic but I have heard of it. It comes from the dragon blood plant. The oils have to be extracted and it looks like a fire orange with floating red sparks, hence the name phoenix blood. Why do you ask?’ ‘I think I found a way to weaken Morgana, but I need to understand how phoenix blood works and the application. Do you have any books or contacts that could provide it to me quickly?’ I ask hopeful. It’s the most hopeful I have been in days.

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.