Forgotten Phoenix Novels & Stories

“You and me, until the end of time.” “You and me…” I repeated. “...for always.” THE END. #AdessaAndKaelSigningOff ----- AUTHOR'S NOTE: THE BOOK THE FORGOTTEN LUNA AND THE ROYAL LUNA officially closes today. I know some of you are requesting for sneak peeks into the future about kids, and that will eventually happen. We will find out about that as the series progresses, and I know one day I will be adding another epilogue with them in it.

Hi, hope you're doing good and the year has been going well for you? You must've noticed the lack of updates and I sincerely apologize for it. After my grandma's passing, things haven't been the same and I'm sad to admit that I went down a spiral and I had to take a step back for my mental health and to give you a proper ending. And I'm hoping my new book will also be ready by the time The Forgotten Marriage is done. There are five chapters left to go and maybe one bonus chapter. I can't say I'm totally fine but I'm getting there and I'm grateful to everyone who reached out and left comments as well.

The howling winds of the Obsidian Highlands carried the scent of an approaching storm. Thick clouds rolled in from the north, swallowing the silver glow of the moon, casting long shadows over the towering walls of the Shadowfang Pack’s stronghold. Cloaked in a tattered hood, Ayla stood at the entrance of the territory she once called home. Her pulse remained steady, her resolve unshaken. Yet, deep beneath her icy composure, a storm of emotions churned. These gates—massive, imposing, lined with iron spikes—were the same ones she had walked through countless times before, filled with love and hope. Now, they felt foreign, unwelcoming, just as they had the day she was cast out.

The city lights glittered beyond the tall windows, but his thoughts were far from the skyline. Xueqin Yan. The name echoed in his mind, stirring memories he had buried deep. Childhood laughter, promises whispered in innocence, the sound of running footsteps in sunlit gardens. He remembered Jacyn’s small voice, teary-eyed, calling out, “Big Brother Yan! Don’t forget me when you get there.” But time had passed. And she had forgotten. Perhaps that was a mercy. Liam poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light. He thought of Jacyn now — her giggles in the sterile lobby, her teasing interruptions in his office, the way she made him smile when no one else could. She was h

Zion remembered that night vividly. Now that Phoenix was gone, he sort of believed what she has told them about that night. “Saving Phoenix? What happened?” Silver was more intrigued than ever now. The frown on her forehead was also too visible at this point. “Phoenix had a habit of wandering in the hallways at night times. Then one of the nights she was seen headed to the window. She wasn’t even listening to the calls of our mother, who had to rush towards her and pull her back. But in the same process, she tripped and fell down,” Zion remembered those parts because those were told throughout the years. There was one more thing that they had cut out because it sounded ridiculous.

I glared at him playfully. He closed his eyes tightly. "Oh, baby. I do not even remember that. Did I really? Dry hump?" He looked really confused now which made me roll my eyes again. "Wow. Are that old to forget about it? In the girls' comfort room." "Sorry. I forgot about it. It does not even matter. That is all in the past now, baby. Do not tell me we are going to fight over it?" "I am just saying! You looked so horny then!" Suddenly, my blood boiled when I remember the lipstick mark in his neck and all over his face.

“The part of my ID with my address was ruined in the accident, so I don’t even know if my grandmother was my blood relative. But to me, she was my family. She took me in, fed me, clothed me, and cared for me when I had no one. She gave my life meaning when I thought I’d lost everything. When she passed away, I promised her I’d follow her wishes—to leave the countryside, find a job in the city, and try to rebuild my life.” Atticus didn’t realize she was crying again until Phoenix reached out to wipe her tears. “You don’t remember anything at all?” he asked, his tone almost pleading. “Nothing,” she replied, shaking her head. “But I do get these déjà vu moments, though I’m never sure if they’re

"I have my grandfather's blood, his legacy of horror. Every phoenix we find looks at me and sees him first. The only way to change that is to be different. Consistently. Publicly. Exhaustingly different." He pulled me against him, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You're going to burn yourself out trying to save everyone." "Maybe. But look at what we've already built." I gestured to the wall covered in letters—thank you notes from phoenixes who'd found each other through our network. Stories of friendship, romance, mentorship. Lives being rebuilt from ashes. "Forty-three phoenixes who aren't alone anymore. That's worth a little exhaustion." The next morning brought unexpected resistance. Three

I took whiff and finally a sip of the hot drink. “He’s down. Unicorn in hand. Though, I question the unicorn itself and why his name is Fitz.” Zach walked in and sat down on the other stool. I moved the second mug toward him. “For one, it’s Fitzgerald. One of the characters in his book who happens to be a knight. Very important character in this house.” I pulled out my phone and scrolled through a folder until I found the photo I was looking for. Handing my phone to Zach, he looked at the photo and his head cocked to the side.