Golden Phoenix Novels & Stories

Jade said with a smile, “I’m just like you. Haha. Isn’t it amazing? It turns out that my mission is to protect you for the successful completion of your mission.” “That sounds good,” Alex said. Jade told Alex that the Golden Phoenix Scorpion’s egg that he had to find could only be found in one location in the entire desert—the lost Kingdom of Kroraina. In fact, the destination of those guests in the Death Inn was the same. They, too, were headed for Kroraina Kingdom. “Just now, I heard someone mention some kind of treasure. Is there a treasure in Kroraina Kingdom? What treasure is that?” asked Alex.

The gems lit up, began their opening notes. Rain shivered as unearthly music, barely heard and intensely felt, vibrated in the air. Designed to physically pleasure the listener, the sounds shivered with the radiance of the aurora, seductively sweet. Piercing. Addictive. Rain shivered. She hadn’t meant to make the Bell. It was supposed to be a gate key, a door to the Dark Lands that would allow her to take a peek without being trapped. She realized too late that one actually had to go the Dark Lands before it could be set, which was problematic, since she’d had no intention of applying for her green card. By then she’d been addicted, unable to abandon her seductive little toy. The idea of it

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

I smell citrus with vanilla, maybe her shampoo, and she smells good. “So, you come to this gym, huh?” she says, glancing at the building. When she arches her neck, my mind instantly activates dirty thoughts. I want to run my tongue to the length of her neck, bite her earlobe, suck her jaw, and graze my teeth all the way down to her collarbone. Shit! This is the result of being celibate for months. She looks at me, maybe she notices me eye-fucking her. I swallow and blink. “Yeah, two months ago.” I realize I don’t even introduce myself. “I’m Phoenix, by the way.” I extend my hand.

If he turns out okay after two months, Gold will just resign, pay whatever damage he owes Healing Entertainment, and just stay at his penthouse to resume what he's doing here in this motel room. That's not so bad. He has enough money for this kind of lifestyle, anyway. Maybe he can adopt cute puppies. Dogs will probably help take away his pain. Patting their fury head is already a delight. "Stay on the line, Gold. I'll come get you." The other line suddenly becomes busy. Jasmine is most likely instructing her team to go figure out where Gold is. To be rescued by their mother is probably a heartwarming feeling for other people, the sad thing is; Gold isn't like the others.

"I hope the volcano swallows your name along with your pride, Blackwood, because I'm not carrying your ghost back to the North just to give it a proper burial." Phoenix spat the words, her voice a jagged shard of obsidian cutting through the rhythmic, thunderous roar of the caldera. She didn't look at Kael, though her chest was heaving under the weight of a panic she’d spent five years learning to bury in New York’s ice. She stood at the edge of the cooling Altar of the First King, her knuckles white as she gripped the leather strap of her rucksack. Inside, two Moonstone fragments—the Indigo Base and the Violet Heart—vibrated in a dissonant, low-frequency hum that made her teeth ache and her

A loud caw sounded as a phoenix flew into the room, it’s wings splayed as it raced towards its perch nestled between two ornate thrones. One was made of golden shards, shaped to look like the suns rays. The second was comprised of slivers of silver, curling and folding in on themselves. Solana swept into the room, followed by a devastatingly beautiful, albeit mortal, man. His golden hair was long, trailing past tanned, muscular shoulders. He wore a tunic of cream and gold, one that hung open to expose his carved chest. There was a classical, refined sort of beauty to his face, though his eyes told a different story. They were as dark as they were sharp, slicing through the air as he watched