Isha Time Phoenix Novels & Stories

Her hair, a mixture of strands and feathers, was tied in a high ponytail which trailed down to her back. “He still sleeps a bit fitfully, though his external wounds are all healed.” Damien turns to Dorin. “This is the caladrius Azra,” he said. Azra nodded briefly at Dorin, her pale pink eyes flashing, she then went straight to Sebastian’s side. “As you can see,” he added, “she has gotten very attached to the young Silver Tongue.” Dorin watched as Azra stared at Seb’s body. “She’s a little girl...”

Each wearing a different crown. Ash. Ice. Light. Bone. Iron. Vine. And the final, cracked one Glass And behind them all, A woman, Golden-eyed. White flame in her veins. Not Liora. But… her ancestor. The first Phoenix Wolf. And beside her… A man with Kael’s face, but no warmth. Just shadow, Just silence. Liora gasped. Aria caught her. “You saw it, didn’t you?” she whispered. Liora nodded slowly. “We weren’t the first,” she said. “There were others.”

I said. “You like Phoenix?” she asked. I pointed at myself and said, “I am Phoenix.” Areiza sat there in a daze, unable to react for a moment. I waved my hand in front of her eyes, “Are you sure you don’t want to wash up and rest for a while? I might have a visitor later.” “Impossible, absolutely impossible!” he shook her head. “What is impossible?” I titled my head and looked at her. “You can’t be Phoenix. Sadly, she was old.” Areiza said.

Ava closed her eyes, the image of the phoenix rising from the ashes flashing across her mind. Project Phoenix might have risen from the shadows, but she and Jackson, like mythical phoenixes themselves, were ready to rise from the ashes of their own lives and fight for what was right.

"Lyra You don't get it, do you? You're Sage's Luna now. Being a Mickleson means any enemy of ours remains your enemy." I hissed, "It most definitely isn't; can you even hear yourself for goodness sake?" I was getting frustrated. I hated being trapped in a cage. "Xavier took Sage's mate away from him. Veronica was his mate before Xavier stepped in, and there's a lot more to it than just that. Now think about it: do you think Sage would let the same happen?" I was taken aback by his confession but again could keep shut, trying to point out the fact that Sage and I's relationship is nothing short of a contract.

PHOENIX “What’s going on?” Tanya asks from the door, I throw a hi over my shoulder but don’t respond to her question, immediately going back to my rummaging through the scattered clothes on the floor. “Phoenix has a date with the prince,” Kiara replies on my behalf, the smile evident in her voice. “A date? With Prince Zanders?” “It is not a date.” We speak at the same time. I finally stand up, placing my hands on my waist. I groan very loudly and shoot Kiara a glare when she snickers from her bed. She has turned me into her television solely mounted for her entertainment, I don’t find it very funny.

Asher and Elira took up the quest to assemble the Phoenix Heart, for its power was rumored to be the key to vanquishing ancient evils and renewing the world. Their quest led them to the crystalline caves of Amethysta, where they braved treacherous crystal formations and faced spectral guardians to obtain the first shard of the Phoenix Heart. In the desert city of Rahazad, they navigated deadly sandstorms and outwitted cunning nomads to claim the second shard, bathed in the fiery glow of sunset.

She chuckled softly, “You’re stronger than you think, Nyra. A phoenix doesn’t need to be taught how to burn” A phoenix? She didn’t answer me anymore as the grand halls were opened. The grand ceremonial hall was packed with all high profiled people from all over the region. From council elders to pack nobles and allies representatives. Every important set of eyes in Blood Moon territory and packs under us was present. Perfect for a showdown but still I had no idea of what to do. Slow entrance music began playing as we took steps towards where the devil himself stood. Heads turned and gasps followed suit.

Aisha’s smirk falters, “you wouldn’t dare.” “You want to try me?” Isla asks. “Then go ahead. I’d love to watch you explain why you jumped a first year who’s already on the Games list.” For a moment Aisha looks like she might try something. Then her jaw twitches and she snaps her fingers at her group. “Whatever. This isn’t over, human.” She shoves past me harder than necessary and stalks off with the others behind her. Isla exhales, her shoulders dropping. Then she looks at me.

Something about her stuttering posture tugged painfully at his heart, she reminded him of Violet. He bent down so he was eye level with them, took out two of the lilies he had bought and handed one to each girl. “Thank you both.” The shy girl gently tugged at her friend’s sleeve, whispering in a small trembling voice, “A-Aria.... w-we’re g-getting late......” Her stutter made Ethan freeze momentarily. A memory of Violet, timidly fumbling over her words years ago, resurfaced with unexpected force. His chest tightened.