Marco Phoenix Novels & Stories

And from what he was told about their history as a species, there were no known occurrences even remotely similar to what he experienced. A couple of centuries ago, he had heard a rumor about a phoenix living somewhere in the Andes, but when he was there last time, he didn’t find him. Who knows… maybe they could go to search for him again… maybe they will get lucky and find him… and maybe he’ll know something more than Luke does…

Eion rolled his eyes at his friend. The goofy man faced me, “I am Phoenix, by the way. The only full Filipino here. Loud and proud.” He smiled, his teeth glistening against the sun. “Yeah, it's very obvious since you are so noisy. And the height said another handsome man butted in. I almost laughed, because she’s true. It seems that Phoenix is the shortest one here…well, almost at the same height as Theon but he Phoenix rolled his eyes, “Shut up, man. And me and my wife here Sereia owns some land properties and a farm at Gensan. I also am a great photographer.”

Ed shook his head. "I will make sure! As long as I’m alive, I will ensure it! After that, the Eastern Seaboard market will be yours! All the big cities. You can choose from Texas, Florida, New York, Orlando, or any other city of your choice." Marco moved closer, knowing his death was delayed. “How long will you take to ensure it?” Ed asked. If it took too long, it would be annoying. “Two yea… one year!” Marco quickly corrected his answer when he heard Ed’s disapproval.

Marcus looked between them, his eyes betraying the gravity of what he had just discovered. “You should both sit down,” Marcus suggested, though his own voice wavered slightly. Lucien did not. “Explain.” Marcus turned the screen toward them, the encrypted message illuminating their faces in the dimly lit room. Aria leaned in, reading slowly, each word sinking in with growing concern. “Phoenix Protocol,” she whispered, voice tight. Lucien’s frown deepened. “What is that?” Marcus hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “A contingency system.”

Cosimo muttered. Romero nodded. “Phoenix wants you to leave New York now. We will contact you in a few days if everything goes as planned.” “Everything will go as planned,” Cosimo said, grinning widely. “Phoenix better start looking for a wife for my brother. We’re looking forward to meeting her.”

The Phoenix Pact had crossed oceans, but fire does not burn the same way everywhere. What had begun as a movement rooted in the soil of the Philippines now flickered in languages Maria could not speak, in traditions Celeste could not fully understand, in contexts Leah had never imagined. The flame was alive, but the winds were shifting. And with new winds came crosscurrents—clashes, misunderstandings, complications.

Marco says, lips curling into a knowing smirk. I don’t rise to it. There are bigger problems. The Golden Phoenix is getting sloppy and loud. I tried diplomacy. I tried deals. I tried patience. None of it worked. “Tell Rocco to hit their warehouses at the Dockside,” I say. “I want everything burned.” Marco’s face drains of color. His jaw drops. “All of it?” “Did I hesitate?” “That’s at least half a million in blow.”

Gold swallows hard, focusing on his painting. He started this artwork more than two weeks ago. The lack of time hinders him from painting it perfectly, though as stated, at least it's done. "This is Phoenix in the Fire." He tells everybody, still looking at his work. The portrait is greatly inspired by the polaroid picture he took the first night he and Kolya slept together. The canvas size is 38"W x 75"H, it's big and he can't believe that he's showing this to the public.

“He was a prisoner.” Darwin didn’t argue. Marcus entered the room carrying a laptop, his expression grim. “The data we retrieved—Thalassa finally decrypted most of it. You’re going to want to see this.” He set the laptop on the table and brought up a series of files. There were maps, finance logs, and internal memos. Then one document flashed onto the screen: EIDOLON-PHX-RED1. “PHX?” Darwin asked. “Project Phoenix,” Marcus said. “The evolution of Eidolon. Coded for activation in the event of a major breach. Which we just caused.”

"Tomorrow night. Full moon. They plan to force your labor, birth the Reality Breaker under their control." "How do you know this?" "Phoenix sight. I can see the heat of their intentions, the fire of their plans." He tilted his head in a distinctly bird-like manner. "Also, Marcus told me. He's been visiting my burn sites, thinking I can't hear while I'm ashes." "Marcus is here? In Phoenix?" "Marcus is everywhere now. The shadow-theft you performed? It connected you. He can find you anywhere, and he's coming with an army."