Little Phoenix Novels & Stories

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.

It also had a wide expanse of land for various outdoor games and stables for horses. Phoenix walked towards the water fountain by the entrance to the mansion as though she owned it. With each step she took, she purposely flaunted her hour glass figure. When she got to the fountain, she slowly turned around and placed one hand on the fountain's concrete water basin. Striking a lustful pose, like a superstar model about to be captured for a Playboy magazine, she signaled a totally mesmerized Dex with her forefinger.

the woman said. The Phoenix floated with her wings on fire. Her eyes close but still radiating in power. She was enclosed in a circle with five points on the proportional circumference. The points were empty. It looked like a stadium where the only present was the floating Phoenix and a platform for a visitor to stand on. George Luna, Hybrid, bowed in front of the Phoenix. “Stand,” the Phoenix commanded though her lips were not moving and her eyes were shut. Luna stood, “Your Royalty, it’s about time.”

Phoenix stood still, watching him with amusement—like a predator watching its prey struggle in vain. The sexy lady now looked less like a temptress… and more like death itself. A she-devil playing with her victim. “Hmmm… what’s that smell? Don’t tell me you’ve soiled yourself,” Phoenix said, holding her nose in mock disgust. “Disgusting. And you call yourself a warrior? You can’t even endure this little bit of pain,” she sneered. As she turned slightly, covering her nose, the Blue Rain warrior suddenly sprang up.

"Lord Pyralis, how is it my fault? Must I bind myself to her just because she claims to like me? My heart belongs to the First Princess, Seraphine! "Seraphine is diligent in perfecting her divine refinement and kind to others. Whereas the Second Princess is reckless and idle. Anyone would naturally prefer Seraphine." Nyxar's voice was full of conviction, like he truly believed what he was saying. But I knew the truth. In our previous life, he had learned my sister was the preordained heir to the Phoenix Court. If he could form a contract with her, he would gain half of the Phoenix Court's divine power and evolve from a lowly black serpent into a black dragon.

By sunset, only Adrian’s people remained. Adrian led her inside, his sharp gaze was all over her. The grand entrance boasted a massive chandelier, dripping with crystal, reflecting light across marble floors polished to perfection. A staircase curled up to the second floor, its golden railings gleaming under the dim lights. Art pieces hung on the walls. There was no doubt this was the home of someone who controlled everything within its walls. "Listen carefully, Seraphina," Adrian finally spoke, turning to face her. "There are rules you will follow if you intend to stay here. Break them, and we will have problems."

How on earth did she get involved with people like them? “I love you too much to let you go, Nicholas and I am going to make sure I become the Luna of our pack. You can try as much as you want but as long as Michelle is alive, then my safety is guaranteed. If you think I am lying, why don’t you try and hurt me and see her get hurt in the process. Here” she tilts her neck and pulls her clothes a little away from her neck and this is when I see a small tattoo there, a tattoo I have never noticed before.

"Not at all. There will be a test for the quality of both their strengths. We won’t know what the exact type of test will be until that day. The King says you’re already impressively strong, so he ordered that we should practice sharpening your focus instead.” He then turns his attention back to Loic and compliments, "Your appearance; particularly your hair and eyes are quite fascinating, they're nothing like I've ever seen before. Permit my brashness but, what exactly are you?” “I’m a Phoenix.” Loic states as a matter of fact. Bastien's eyes suddenly light up in amazement. "Goodness, I'm quite fortunate to meet you, Loic. Phoenixes are known to be incredibly rare. This feels like a once in

He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I'm fine," I replied. How did I go about explaining that his people seemed to hate me? We got to the end of the small settlement, where a large house stood. Alexander suddenly grabbed my waist and set me down from the horse gently, then he followed suit and came down. "Welcome to the Moon Stone pack." Alexander murmured, his eyes on me, and I forced a smile. I certainly didn't feel welcome.

I coldly replied. “What a beautiful illusion. it would be better to stay in an illusion if I could hear you say those eight letters and three words.” Phoenix said with a smile as he reached out of my hands and before I could take it away, he managed to intertwine their hands, leaving no room for me to take back my hands. I let out a helpless sigh and muttered. “You're so childish.” END OF CHAPTER 33