Legend Of Phoenix Novels & Stories

Afterward, James asked, “Lesia, is that woman’s real form a phoenix?” Lesia sat on James’ shoulder, swayed her little feet, and snacked on an elixir. She replied, “This phoenix is pretty extraordinary. It’s the first ever to be born. It possesses Xuizon Flames, much stronger than an ordinary phoenix’s Saenthra Flames.” James exclaimed, “So I hit the jackpot?” Just as he finished speaking, he heard Fennec’s furious complaints. “Fennec, evil spirit! Can you two not leave these flames to me? I’m a fire spirit, after all! These are all mine!” said a voice.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

He turned the arrows over and showed us the symbols we had missed the first time. “I decided to trace it all the way into the human city because I asked someone I knew, and he said he had seen it in the human city before.” At the mention of that, my heart sank. I started to pray to the moon goddess that he wasn’t headed where I thought he was headed as that would be more than enough reason for Darius to claim that all humans were evil. “Go on,” Darius encouraged. “I found a company out in the city that builds and creates weapons,” he said. “And the symbol is their logo. They’re highly patronized by bounty hunters who come in here to hunt werewolves and try to take us out.”

He stares at my arm, at where the sleeve of the jumper I’m wearing is rolled up enough and his eyes focus right in on where the tattoo is. I paid a small fortune for that tattoo. It’s a phoenix. It felt almost poetic at the time although I’d admit now it’s a bit cheesy. Its wings are inked into flames. It stretches over my forearm, not too big, but it covers what he’d done. How he’d marked me.

Lance nodded. Lance knew that Phoenix lived at the academy and was the number one warrior. He and his parents and Sonya had kept in contact with her. They facetimed each other, when she wasn’t on a mission. He prayed she didn’t get sent here. He never figured out the real reason she left, but if he did, he’d bring his wrath down.

"Elder Logan, what exactly is going on?" Lilian Yanes asked anxiously. "The so-called harmony of the dragon and phoenix at Phoenix Cry Mountain is a false legend. The truth is that the mountain holds the soul of a phoenix and the power of a dragon vein, both trying to devour each other," Elder Logan said, his face filled with worry. Lilian felt her head spin with this revelation but still asked, unwilling to accept it, "Is it really not the harmonious legend of the dragon and phoenix?"

, Leonora stated. Elio got up and went to get his wallet and his car keys. “Come, we’re going to the Oracle now.” Leonora nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. She knew that the only one that they could seek guidance from was the Oracle. She was the only one who could shed light on their daughter’s fate and the mysterious prophecy that seemed to entwine her life with the Moonlit pack.

“According to legend, the last Phoenix of royal blood, a Phoenix princess, stayed behind when her kin left. She lingered on Earth for a century, bound to her duty, before she vanished without a trace.” “Some say she was trapped,” Fin added, his tone hushed. His words seemed to spark a memory in me, or perhaps a fear. A shiver, warm and chilling all at once, ran up my spine. Fin’s eyes lit with an almost boyish excitement as he leaned closer. “Think about it. Who else but a Phoenix of such power could have mated with Death, survived him, and even borne his child?”

(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.

"Circa two hundred years old, written before the bloodline was believed extinct." He opened it carefully, pages yellowed and brittle, and began reading aloud passages he'd already marked. "Phoenix power manifests in stages, typically triggered by significant emotional extremity or physical crisis. Early manifestations often present as elevated body temperature, accelerated healing, and localized warmth concentrated near the heart." "That matches everything I've experienced."