Golden Phoenix Novels & Stories

"Althea... what did you do to Father?" I withdrew my healing hand from Franz and rose slowly to my feet. "A hundred years ago, my mother gave her life for the Phoenix Court," I said. "In gratitude, the clan's guardian spirit granted a blessing. "I, Althea, Second Princess of the Phoenix Court, was given the right to name the next heir. And anyone who dares to harm me will suffer the wrath of heaven. Those who harbor ill intent toward me will never become the successor. Not in this life, or the next."

(Five years later) Lyra’s POV I leaned against the dark tinted window of my limousine as it drove past the City. My reflection stared back at me, my face covered with a Phoenix shaped mask that only allowed my eyes and mouth to be seen, it was my Trademark. The world now knew me as The Phoenix, the name wasn't just branding. It was my story. I had risen from destruction, rebuilt by hands that should never have held me together, and now the very fire that consumed me was now my fuel and weapon.

“But I hear she is wolfless. How then can your wolf be drawn to hers?” I met his gaze steadily, refusing to waver. “I’m led to believe her situation is temporary,” I replied. “She is a Golden Luna, after all. The lateness of her wolf—it’s merely an eccentricity. One I hope to rectify and utilize for our benefit. As my pack seeks to rise again, I hope we can continue to count Pack Darthrow as our firm allies.”

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

By sunset, only Adrian’s people remained. Adrian led her inside, his sharp gaze was all over her. The grand entrance boasted a massive chandelier, dripping with crystal, reflecting light across marble floors polished to perfection. A staircase curled up to the second floor, its golden railings gleaming under the dim lights. Art pieces hung on the walls. There was no doubt this was the home of someone who controlled everything within its walls. "Listen carefully, Seraphina," Adrian finally spoke, turning to face her. "There are rules you will follow if you intend to stay here. Break them, and we will have problems."

"I have something for you." He took my hand and put a small box on it, urging me to open it. I opened it with shaky hands. What I saw took my breath away, it was a beautiful little pendant. It was simply beautiful, I can't help but think it must have cost him a fortune. I took the pendant out. It was a small bird with her wings outstretched. "A bird." I said almost unconscious, completely fascinated by it. Jacob nodded and said, "not just any bird, it's a phoenix, every time a phoenix burn in flames, it rise again from its own ashes, being whole again, stronger than before, as pure as before."

There were no questions asked about who Phoenix was, her servants would not dare to question her actions. Goyre left Phoenix’s side and went to the hall below her chambers where a huge crowd of naked Pyrs gathered, drinking, eating and whoring. She took her seat in front of the hall. The hall was made entirely of metal, her throne was metallic and beneath it was a large crystal dragon, the pale skin only splash of bright color in the hall., it’s eyes were closed and it looked like a statue but on a closer look one could clearly see the soft rise and fall of the beast’s huge chest as it laid motionless on the ground.

"Oh, your mortal body could not remember any of these when you go back to the future. Let me touch my brother's mark. Elena offered her arms so Agila could see it. But before she could touch it, Agila whispered something only for her but the Siren that he was, he could not just pretend he did not hear those. I know who the Phoenix is. Don't pretend to be something else you are not or you'll lose your way and never find it again. She then touch the mark and like a fire starting inside her, the mark created a red angry blotch on her skin, then down of that mark, Agila placed something she took from her heart. It was a shimmering object. Golden as that she was golden too. When the object touche

When the two collided, a terrible storm swept over, shaking the boulders of both sides of the mountain to roll down. The energy chain was destroyed. The ripples made by the Amethyst Mine swept toward the sturdy man. Seeing that, the others quickly retreated. The tall and sturdy man's face was full of disdain. His outer clothes had been blasted apart and the golden armor underneath appeared. Phoenix-Winged Golden Armor was a high-quality Sacred Relic. Golden light burst out from it. The ripples made by the Amethyst Mine were shattered by it. Elder Ancestor's pupils constricted and his expression turned grave.

I whisper with glee. My hearing is such that I have the old safe open in less than three minutes. There are trays of jewels, stacked gold bars, and even some jewelry. I scan the items until my eyes fall on a large blue amethyst that matches Laryn's eyes. It's exactly what I want. I grab a few other baubles to wager against Ashrac so he doesn't win my finest pieces.