Ice Blue Phoenix Bird Novels & Stories

We both know no incent people should never have to live a life as slaves. ‘Oh, I’m going to have so much fun. Thanks, Sephiroth.’ ‘I almost feel sorry for these assholes, and I do stress on the almost.’ With a laugh from me and hearing Grim screaming I hear. “Phoenix, what is going on with your eyes? Why are the silver now?” “Shhh…that’s not important right now. Oh, btw, my name is Kefka and we’re going to have a lot of fun. Are you in Raven?”

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace and the phoenix tattoo on her wrist that marked her rebirth. Rafael's intake of breath was audible. "Jesus, Natalie. You're..." "What?" "Perfect." He traced the tattoo with one finger, his touch feather-light. "This is beautiful. What does it mean?" The question hit her like a physical blow. The phoenix was everything—her death, her rebirth, her transformation from victim to avenger. It was the symbol of rising from ashes, of becoming something stronger and more dangerous than what came before. But she couldn't tell him that. So she gave him a version of the truth instead.

Clouds moved in different directions: up and down, up and down, left and right, and diagonally, with no clear destination. Augustin, for his part, had lowered his eyes and contemplated the delicate fingers clinging to his coat sleeve. He gasped when Dhara grabbed his wrist and squealed with delight as he pointed to a spot in the sky. But he didn't try to see what she was showing him and remained obsessed with the expression she now wore on her face. A majestic phoenix was flying high in the sky, taking the same route as theirs. The legendary bird soared gracefully through the air. Its feathers of a thousand shimmering colors were a breathtaking sight. But its tail, made up of feathers longer

Narfi yelled. "I will stop... only when she's ready to sleep forever." he let go of Glinda who transformed into her bird form, attempting to flee, not minding the pain in her right wing. But he seized her by her feet. His eyes changed colour to viridian, his hair turned silver with cerulean at the edges and lengthened until his shoulders. "Actually, there's something I always wanted to do- cooking." Phoenix smilingly took out a large pot that had a lid obscuring its content. He placed it on the rock close to him and removed the lid.

A dove messenger who clearly belongs to the third prince because the Emperor uses an owl while the second prince uses a pigeon, all their followers as well are using the same bird messenger depends on which factions they belong. "My people intercepted a dove bird messenger earlier, it's for the third prince as well, initially I thought it was from Prince Haii but when you came bringing such news, who is the owner of the bird?" Kana is really bothered about the fact that his enemy is hiding well, there's a rising suspicions in his heart. "Eversince the Third Prince was banished, no one uses dove birds as messenger again as per the Emperor's order. Who might it be?" Consort Lin was wondering a

Two follow, and I let out a silent scream with my mouth agape. My body violently shakes as Ana lowers her hands, bringing the shot of whiskey to my lips for a second time. “Drink, keep looking at me,” she orders softly, and I obey, too afraid not to. “Let this be a warning to you all. Birdene Black has been marked as mine, and she is under my protection. No one touches her. Ever.” Ace declares in a tone not to disobey. “You touch her, you die along with the rest of your bloodline.”

(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.

One by one, the needles pierced through. The excruciating pain in my fingertips was unbearable. I couldn't hold back anymore and let out a scream. Just then, Jasmine's phone rang. It was Harold. She immediately signaled the woman to take off her socks and stuff them in my mouth. Grinning, she crouched in front of me and put the call on speaker. Harold's voice rang in my ears. "Jas, my wedding convoy is almost there. Are you ready? Don't embarrass me."

I look at her, at her small face, at her big eyes, at the innocence she's somehow managed to hold onto despite everything. "Losing you," I say. "Losing any of you." She squeezes my hand. "You won't," she says. "You're the Phoenix. You always come back." --- We reach the surface at dawn. The sun is rising, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink and orange, and I stop, I can't help it, I stop and stare because it's beautiful, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I almost forgot what beauty looked like.

Violet had never seen her this happy over a meal before. " No, that one’s for Mom. But this is for you." He placed a Pokémon shaped pancake in front of Aria and gently set the heart shaped egg in front of Violet, smiling as he did. Violet didn’t know why such a small gesture made her heart race. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had cooked for her like this. The warmth of it all settled quietly in her chest. "Wow! How did you know I love Pokémon?" He smiled at her warmly and replied.