Isha Time Phoenix Novels & Stories

“Miss, here are the papers that need your signature for the finalization of the Spring Collection that will be featured in our fashion show.” My assistant came into my office and handed me a stack of papers. My name is Nagatsuka Akina, I’m the Founder and CEO of Hanazu Couture. Although my company hasn’t been around for as long as the other famous brands out there, we’ve become a household name in the fashion industry. I’ve worked tirelessly for the last 15 years to make this company what it is today.

The golden flecks in his eyes swirled, making them brighten and flash dangerously. Towards the left of the stage stood Zeke, his arms crossed in front of him, a crucial ally for our pack and a trusted friend. Asher’s Beta stood to the right, a quiet man who saw much more than the rest of us. He peered out into the crowd; his face neutral beneath the harsh stage lights.

Phoenix groaned and threw himself back into the couch which made me laugh, “It’s nothing bad, I just…accidently sent Joshua flying across the room when we were arguing over who should be next in line to rule over the pack if something happens to Chris and Amber.” “Oh, is that it?” Phoenix then got up and kissed me again, “That is it, right?” I laughed and got up, throwing my arms around him, “Yes, that is it.” I told him, but then I remembered something, “Actually,” Phoenix perked up, “there is one other thing. I just found out this morning.” “What is it?” He asked, worry clear in his eyes. I backed away from him and placed my hands on my stomach and smiled,

The nearest chair shattered against the stone wall before I had even registered moving. Splinters flew. My hands were already claws, and my breath came in ragged snarls. Ashina. My Ashina. The Phoenix, who had once burned kingdoms beside me. The wolf whose mark I bore. The woman whose scent still lived on my skin. She had agreed to give him an heir? I hurled the table aside, the polished wood crashing and breaking like a brittle lie. The silver cut across my palms when I struck the mirror, shattering my very reflection. Good. I didn’t want to see myself.

Luna begged her twin sister. Mara shook her head and opened her palm "I was injured while fighting him. They will follow us no matter what we do running. So run away Luna. At least one of us will survive. "This is not the time for that! We have to run while there is still time" Luna was wailing and begging but Mara was ready to sacrifice herself. They are being chased by an unusual person. And Mara was aware of it. No matter what they do running it will find and find them. Because the blood flowing through their bodies is phoenix blood.

The fragrance of herbs and incense filled my nostrils as Hella opened her wooden door. My eyes widened at the wall of shelves full of jars of numerous ingredients. “Have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” Hella said with a snicker. Making my way into her small living room I sat down on a velvet settee and waited for her to join me. Hella's joints popped as she sank beside me. “You have Phoenix blood and awakened it by being roasted I'm thinking,” she blurted with a toothy grin. Dumbfounded, I just stared at her.

“You don’t step into the Hearth.” Rowan’s mouth curved, almost amused. “Ashthorne. Still alive. How inconvenient.” “I’m not here for you,” Dax said. “Leave.” Rowan lifted one hand. A thin chain slid through his fingers—moon-silver links, each etched with the split crescent. The metal hummed. The chamber’s amber lines dimmed, as if the chain drank light. My skin prickled. The mark on my wrist throbbed hard, answering it like a wound recognizing a knife.