Little Phoenix Novels & Stories

****** Third Person POV The glass doors dividing the balcony from the Luna's chambers softly creaks open like a creep in the middle of the silent night. Leaxandra was a heavy sleeper and not to mention she stayed up late, she couldn't be stirred awake easily now and he knows that too. "God, I got too riled up and ended up coming here instead." The man in the shadow laughs as soon as he reaches her bedside. "But can you blame my patience, Scarlett?" Leaning down, he closely examines her beautiful face morphed into relaxation. Like an angel destined to pull him down all through seven layers of hell.

She exclaimed with excitement as I gave her a toothy grin. Gesturing toward the individuals on the ground I shook my head and told her that I didn't want anyone worshipping me. “The Moon Goddess is our deity,” I asserted firmly and the woman smiled widely before clapping her hands and telling everyone to back off. Wisdom then quickly poked my skin with a pin and tasted my blood while I said, “Ouch.” I eyed her incredulously when she glanced back at me with a confused scowl. “You have Phoenix blood and yet are also the Sacred Shewolf. This is very confusing since you are both unique creatures combined into one,” she said breathlessly before she lowered herself in front of me.

Derek and I stood in the doorway until the transport disappeared. "Pizza?" I suggested weakly. "God, yes." But none of us ate much. Lyra's empty chair screamed louder than any argument ever had. The first letter came three days later: *Mom—The Academy is nothing like I expected. There are phoenixes from everywhere. A boy from the Eastern Territories can turn his flames solid. A woman from the South never fully transforms back—she has permanent wings. I'm the only half-wolf. Some stare. Some whisper. But my roommate, Jin, says it makes me interesting. She's from a pure phoenix line that goes back centuries, and she envies that I can experience both forms. Classes start tomorrow. I miss Dad's

We were halfway across the yard when he said it. “You know, Brenna—” I stopped walking. Turned to face him. “Phoenix,” I said, voice low but firm. “I prefer Phoenix.” He blinked, surprised. “Sorry. I didn’t mean—” “I know,” I said, eyes locked on his. “But Brenna sounds like you forgot who I am. Phoenix is who I became.” He smiled, slow and wicked. “I like your territorial side.” I rolled my eyes, but my lips tugged into a grin. “It’s not territorial. It’s truth.”

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.

Lorena Athenarose Ganlasa, also known as Lory, is a talkative and clumsy woman who unexpectedly encounters a familiar yet mysterious man, Phoenix Eadmaer Koznetsov, an ex-military captain and the head of the Italian-Russian Mafia known as La Nera Bratva, one of the most feared crime syndicates. Phoenix is a close friend of Dark Smith and a notorious sniper. He is aloof, timid, and dangerous.

Something raw. My Dearest Caspian, She stopped. The ink bloomed on the paper like a bruise. I told you once that the Phoenix always finds its peace. I lied. The Phoenix is a creature of fire, and sometimes, the fire consumes everything it touches. Do not come looking for me. Do not let the Ares teams track this signature. I have discovered a part of the Dividend’s legacy that only I can dismantle, and to do it, I have to be the person I promised I’d never be again.

The crowd was awed by the sight as well. “Your princess is a Phoenix. This is how she represents happiness,” Corithias explained. The people were awed by their magnificent Phoenix princess. “If you will excuse us, we have important matters to discuss,” Corithias told them as they went inside with Firait.

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

There was an undeniable spark that always made her pulse quicken, an energy that seemed to dance and flicker with a life of its own, echoing his unwavering loyalty. Phoenix's aura, true to his namesake, was vibrant and transformative, crackling with energy and life. It was a constant dance of flickering flames, alive with an unpredictable yet mesmerizing rhythm. His essence was both exhilarating and revitalizing, a force that lifted her spirits and invigorated her soul.