Fire Purple Phoenix Novels & Stories

Phoenix turned to me, “Selene, you are now queen of the vampires, soon to be queen of the witches and wizards as well.” “You are also the queen of the werewolves.” Chris chimed in. I turned and stared at him for a moment, everyone bowed their heads to me, “For your safety and for everyone else’s safety, we’re all going to Scotland.” Phoenix said, “Why Scotland?” I asked, he rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s because of something Mara said.” I replied, which had me curious and confused; he sighed and cupped the side of my face, “She said you had purple eyes when you had your hand around her throat.”

I nod once and reply, “correct. I made a promise to be his, and for him to be mine. Thus, leaving him trapped in the crystal container and slowly being drained of blood is not a future I wish upon, even my worst enemies.” The female phoenix tilts her head to the side and then smiles. “Well, it is your funeral,” she claims while standing straight again and flicking her long hair over her shoulder. “I know the ritual to share the power of the Phoenix. We do not grant it easily, or often enough that many would recall how it is done.” “You have my eternal thanks,” I responded, inclining my head towards her. I have lost count of how much I’ve said thanks now, but I’ll not stop saying so. This mea

"Lord Pyralis, how is it my fault? Must I bind myself to her just because she claims to like me? My heart belongs to the First Princess, Seraphine! "Seraphine is diligent in perfecting her divine refinement and kind to others. Whereas the Second Princess is reckless and idle. Anyone would naturally prefer Seraphine." Nyxar's voice was full of conviction, like he truly believed what he was saying. But I knew the truth. In our previous life, he had learned my sister was the preordained heir to the Phoenix Court. If he could form a contract with her, he would gain half of the Phoenix Court's divine power and evolve from a lowly black serpent into a black dragon.

Every time I catch a glint of the silverette to remember she’s not the one I came here for. She’s not the Princess I was sent to save—and she’s neither old enough nor stacked enough in the chest to belong to the woman who cleansed my soul. I knew it then. Just like I know the little morsel isn’t full baked yet. Long and short—Phoenix fire is probably the rarest magic in the Cosmos. One that can restore, redeem, and purify even the most lost soul. Even from beings like me who were convinced we never had one to begin with.

Its looked more like a flame and it was moving. "A phoenix bird," the Prince Phoenix beside me muttered. I never thought I would actually get to see one of these. They were very rare. Sensing my interest, the he slowed the car as we passed by. Only then I knew why the flame was moving, the gigantic bird was flapping its wings. The phoenix's skin and feathers were all vibrant colors. It's body was almost all yellow. Its wings were yellow, orange, red and darker red. It was a magical sight. Its eyes were blue. Sapphire blue. Once again, the breathtaking creature spread out its wings and flew up to the sky in the matter of seconds. This time the flames on its wings spread throughout its entire

—said our father angrily, "This should never have happened. —Of course it shouldn't have happened, just as they would use black magic to bring a vampire back into this world. That's beyond forbidden and those wretches put a dead woman in my partner's body. —Well, at least you consider her part of our family, so your father won't have to go to the council for someone who isn't important. —Mom was worse than Dad was angry. —What do they know about the other girl? —A Phoenix. —According to human mythology, the Phoenix is born from a pure soul that was corrupted, but is mortal to its bearer.

There was an undeniable spark that always made her pulse quicken, an energy that seemed to dance and flicker with a life of its own, echoing his unwavering loyalty. Phoenix's aura, true to his namesake, was vibrant and transformative, crackling with energy and life. It was a constant dance of flickering flames, alive with an unpredictable yet mesmerizing rhythm. His essence was both exhilarating and revitalizing, a force that lifted her spirits and invigorated her soul.

I shake my head while watching in complete shock and awe at what Phoenix is capable of. “No Papa! She is mine! She tried to take my Gunnar! She almost killed my Kitty and my Daddy twying to kill my Mumma Raben!” Phoenix’s furious scream nearly sounds demonic when she reaches Valery who screams in pain. Looking closer I can see her skin is burning from the heat radiating from Phoenix, making her name all the mor appropriate. She has risen from the ashes, literally, and is burning so hot she scorches the ground beneath her.

Their plan had done it's work. Sephora had spent hours with Ambrose those past few days before the assembly. The minister's words had given Ambrose a brilliant idea of how they would prove she was the Pheonix. The Pheonix was a creature of fire, a magnificent bird that flew over the heads of their foes and reduced them to ashes and simmering embers. Sephora had to become that creature, that force of nature. And so, together in the fighting pit, they had spent hours trying to create wings of fire and vast explosions of flame.

Red fire came out from Phoebe and blue from Cyrus. For a moment the twin flames were in contact then the red flame moved to the young man's body at the same time Cyrus' soul moved to Phoebe's body along with the blue flame. The girl's orange colored hair has now turned into black. "Phoebe!!" shouted the old magician and immediately separated Phoebe's body from Cyrus. He mourns the loss of her only child, Phoebe. "Why did you do that!" he said while crying and hugging the girl's lifeless body.