Isha Time Phoenix Novels & Stories

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.

He was reluctant at first but finally agreed and also took an interest in the widowed Catherine Harrison. “The packs are asking for updates,” he had told me but there weren't any. Jasper's upper half was still wrapped up like a mummy and his healing was slow. I informed him to tell everyone that we were still being searched for. Rubbing my eyes I thought about that day my mate blew himself up. “At least you can be thankful that Aella is a moonless shifter and wasn't forced into a shift that night,” Ashina stated. “Yeah,” I mumbled with a frown then looked at the door, hearing a light knock.

The creature thrashed, snarling, teeth snapping at air, but the ash held—thick, black, boiling. I stared at my hands, horrified. I wasn’t pushing. I was… deciding. Dax’s eyes widened the slightest amount. “Aria.” My name sounded different in his mouth. Not warning. Not command. Recognition. The pendant flared so bright it painted my fingers copper-gold. And in that light, I saw it. A mark blooming on my wrist beneath the cloth Dax tied there: a crescent split by a line, the same symbol on the gate-stone, burning through fabric like ink made of fire.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

Then she placed her hand over the tidepool and whispered: “Phoenix.” The moment the word left her lips, the sand began to shiver. The four dark lines glowed faintly. The tidepool darkened, then revealed its secret. Not water. Not reflection. A spiral staircase made of crystal, descending into darkness below the beach. The entrance had opened. Master Ye smiled faintly through the call. “Good girl.”

“And Puma.” Phoenix is the second tallest of the guys. Forrest is taller than him by maybe an inch. Phoenix also has a face that screams “don’t mess with me.” Even though he’s smiling at me, I can see something in his eyes. Something I can’t explain. Part of me wants to reach out and touch him—to know instantly what his story is. I want to know who hurt him. Phoenix has dark brown eyes. They’re so dark that they’re almost black. Whenever the moon hits them just right, they glow slightly. I’m beginning to think that either I’m crazy too, or that wolf shifters really do exist.