Forgotten Phoenix Novels & Stories

He explains, “Violet’s parents ran the Moon Stone Pack originally. Phoenix’s father, he who shall not be named, overthrew them. It was a freaking massacre. He rebuilt here, claiming the land and himself as Alpha. He was a twisted motherfucker and who knows how many people he killed. Phoenix and Violet eventually took over, named the pack it’s original name, and made sure they had a way to honor everyone who lost their lives because of Phoenix’s father.” I murmur, “That’s awful.” He nods, “It is, but it’s one of our favorite places to visit. It’s beautiful and it helps remind us that life is short. Try your best to do the right things and to enjoy it.” I don’t know why I feel so drawn to him,

I nodded, avoided her gaze, and went to the kitchen to get some water to take the medicine. That night, Mom slept beside me. I fell asleep quickly, but I had a nightmare. In my dream, I kept going back to the day I was hypnotized. The hypnotist had held me down and kept telling me to forget what my family looked like. I had tried to force myself awake, but no matter what I did, I could not wake up. In the end, I really did forget Mom, Dad, and Zack. I jolted awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat. Mom woke up too and instinctively patted my shoulder. "What is it, Rena? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Every scroll. Every memory." "Then we need to find a new source." The search leads us to the Seer. A wolf who lives in the mountains, blind from birth. She sees with her soul, not her eyes. "Seraphina," she says as I enter her cave. "I have been waiting for you." "Who are the Forgotten?" She is silent for a long moment. Then she speaks. "The Forgotten are wolves who were erased. Not killed. Erased. Their memories. Their identities. Their existence. They were consumed by the Void."

Serena was clutching Damian's hand, and the priest's voice broke apart in the wind. "Damian Lucchese, do you take..." The helicopter lifted off. The roar swallowed whatever answer he gave. I didn't want to hear it anyway. I lowered my head and placed my hand over my stomach. In my last life, I died on a snowy night while they rushed toward their perfect reunion. In this life, I would take my child and fly toward a dawn that belonged to us.

In names that came back in dreams. In memories that returned with no sound, only weight. And Ava knew: this wasn’t a revolution built on rage. It was being built on remembering. And remembering hurt. That night, she sat with Phoenix again on the floor, side by side, neither of them talking. Phoenix held a worn blanket between her fingers, twisting the edges like she wasn’t even aware she was doing it. Finally, she asked, “Did you ever want to forget again?” Ava didn’t lie. “Yes.”

She did not remember them — only their residue: warmth that was not the body's own, a fullness, the quality of having been somewhere she wanted to be. Three mornings in a row. The third she got up immediately, made the coffee, left the mug on the study landing, and was in the garden by six forty-five, hands in cold soil, wolf humming quietly in the background. In pack lore this was documented: the mate-bond dreams that came before a bond was formally accepted. The soul rehearsing something the mind had not yet decided. She filed this. On day thirty-six she realised she had been humming without noticing. You are going to have to talk to him eventually.

Phoenix stood and went up in front of everyone and began to speak, “Thank you for coming to honor my grandfather.” He started, “I didn’t get to know my grandfather much. For the longest time, he hated my father and because of this, we weren’t able to spend as much time together. But the time that we did spend together, it was the best time of my life. I miss him, and hope he is spending time with my grandmother and mother. I’m just sad that my children will never meet him, but they will know of him.” I whipped the tears from my eyes, “I’ll miss you, grandfather. I love you.” Phoenix sat down beside me. After the service, we buried Fredrick in the family cemetery and spent time with our frien

“My queen, you don’t understand. The forgotten world is the only thing we can remember from that time, every other thing has been mixed with fantasy and falseness. It is just a myth that has been reformed and retold too many times. Not a lot remained of the real story. Some people say in the forbidden world, magic existed, Trees could talk. Nature could commune with humans and a plague which made fathers to kill mothers and sons to kill fathers existed but we don’t know anything about it.” “So the forgotten world is just that? Forgotten?” I asked. “Where did you hear that phrase from?” “It’s one of the phrases which fathers tell their sons as they grow older, a bunch of random things which t

—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.

For just a moment, in the soft light, she could almost see Alina looking back at her—the woman who'd once believed in love and happy endings, who'd trusted Rafael with her heart and her future. That woman was gone, had died in a bathtub two years ago. But sometimes, in quiet moments like this, Natalie wondered if some part of her still existed, buried beneath the layers of anger and calculation that had become her armor. She touched the phoenix tattoo on her wrist, tracing the delicate lines with her finger. The bird was rising from ashes, reborn and transformed, but it carried within it the essence of what it had been before the fire. Perhaps that was her truth—not Alina reborn, but somethi