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,

Sorens stated as I frown at him. “What did you say about the forgotten world? Do you know more about that part?” I asked him but he shook his head. “The forgotten world was when Northshore became Northshore, it was the last legacy before Northshore as we know it was built. The forgotten world is a myth, long forgotten.” “I need to know more about this world Sorens.” I asked him, my head already growing with possibilities. This exists, that means what this lady was trying to warn me of exists, for the forgotten world to rise. What does it mean?

No matter how hard he was trying to hide it, Kamman would have noticed it immediately; he knew him better than he even knew himself. Rei noticed it too, leaning in to whisper, "Young Master, I don't think he can recognize us..." Asia was now beyond confused. Of course, he knew him; everyone in the underworld knew who the Phoenix was. He didn't strike him as the humble type. "What do you mean? Is there anybody who doesn't know you, sir? Or is it better to call you Phoenix?" His words turned into needles midair and plunged straight into Kamman's heart, causing physical pain. He clutched his chest unconsciously. These words echoed in his head: He forgot about me.

The Soul Trial hit in a surge of surgical white light that flooded my marrow. The Memory. I was back in New York. Five years ago. A basement that smelled of mildew and fear. I saw myself—younger, thinner, my eyes hollowed out by a survival that felt like slow-motion drowning. Ryan stood in the shadows, handing me a digital tablet. “Sign this, Phoenix. It’s a shield. Clause 14-B. It designates him as a Nightfall ward. I can keep him warm.”

All phoenixes in the world including those who rebelled against the king’s rule burnt to ashes and died when the rays of the midnight sun fell to the earth. Ryan is the only son of Gabriel McFlame. Till this day, it remains a mystery to all how Ryan and the five others didn’t go down with the rest. So practically, Ryan and his league are the last phoenixes in this world. They lived in the hot and dusty deserts.

To the person on the phone they were the Tower of Glass a monument to excess that was finally falling. The Phoenix Doctrine was the plan for the Vane familys survival. It said you have to burn everything down to start again. Stephen knew that fire does not care about the people it hurts. He looked at his hands. They were the hands of a man who knew how to grow things how to build things that last. They did not belong here. He felt like an animal in a library a threat to the quiet order.

As long as he could win, no one would protest even if he destroyed everything in this world. The Phoenix clan chief sighed. Actually, their goal all this time was to reach the sky again. But it seemed that everything had changed because many things had happened in this world since then, and the next generation had forgotten how difficult their ancestors' lives had been. They had also forgotten how much hope the previous generation had placed in them, who were still alive today. Seeing his brother completely indifferent to his family made the Phoenix clan chief certain that his brother had truly forgotten all of that. However, he felt that perhaps someone had led his brother astray to this po

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.

He was trying so hard. "Hail Mary, full of grace..." Phoenix continued, acting like he hadn’t just punched someone a minute ago. While Dark lay helpless on the floor, he struggled even more. It felt like dozens of hammers were pounding inside his skull. The weight of his missing memories and the pressure of the present were too much for him. More memories kept flooding in—a woman crying, children laughing—and little by little, a part of his past that he had long forgotten began to return. "Holy Mother of God..." Phoenix continued.

His father answered “The patient is awake, we transferred him to the private room. But I have a thing to say since his head hit so much, he may forget the memories he has.” “Will he forget everything doc?” I asked “It is possible. if he remembers anything, it could be just his family.” The doctor said I cried of a sudden thing that comes to my mind. Will he forget me? Our memories? We went to the private room where he was. There is a bandage on the head. He looked at his family first and he never looked at me “M-Mom.” He called “You remember me?” His mother asked “Yeah.” Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.”