Marco The Phoenix Novels & Stories

A phoenix. The memory hit me with the force of a punch, not the clear memories Cedric helped me build, but the deep, raw fragments from my five-year-old self. Fire. Screaming. And two figures, silhouetted against the flames, wearing masks marked with red and gold phoenix wings. I stumbled back, the wine stain on the cloth suddenly looking like fresh blood. Why is that here? I needed to see it closer, to be sure, but the sound of Lucian’s voice, now echoing from a distant room, snapped me out of the trance. I had to move. I ran toward the laundry, not caring about my pace, my mind repeating the image of that pendant.

(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.

His. He kept on kissing me as he eased slowly into me. I gasped at the intervention. It was such an alien sensation. And it felt good. I clenched my eyes shut, willing myself not to remember Zach. "Look at me." Mariano ordered. "I want you to look into my eyes as you come. Look at the man who's going to own this sweet pussy for the rest of your life." My eyes fluttered open. No Zach. Just Mariano. His green orbs were heated, blazing, even a little darker than usual.

the freckled Marcellus added. "Twin?! "

His eyes went from me to Santos, "who's this and why did you just walk him in here?" Santos put his hand on my shoulder, "Marco, this is Maddon Falcone, he's a old friend I met when I was still in my pack," he shrugs, "we kept in touch even after I went rogue." His eyes came back to me, "what do you want here Maddon?" I stuck my hand out, "to join with you, make your pack stronger." Marco chuckled, ignoring my hand altogether, "there's no such thing as a rogue pack," he archs his brow at me, "why have you left your pack or we're you banished for some reason?"

Lirvana clutched her head, dropping to her knees as the voice echoed again. It was piercing, like it was crawling through her skull. “Who are you?” she cried out. > “Help me... and I’ll tell you who I am.” Her breaths grew shaky. “Help you how?” > “Find the Moonmark.” “What?” she whispered, confused. “What is a Moonmark?” > “A mark…an etched moon symbol. Find its bearer.”

She rushed to him, hands searching his body for wounds. “Not mine,” he muttered, pushing past her, straight to the bar. He poured whiskey like it was water and downed it in one swallow. Her stomach sank. “Then whose?” He looked at her, eyes bloodshot, jaw locked. “Marco.” Her heart stuttered. She knew the name. She’d seen Marco at Eden countless nights, quick with a grin, loyal to Jaxon to the bone. “He’s still breathing,” Jaxon said, almost like he was convincing himself. “But Zane…” His voice cracked, then hardened like steel. “Zane doesn’t just take lives. He takes loyalty. Piece by piece.”

Keeping our tech security division evolving with new blood, will keep us on our toes and always ahead of the curve. A man walks towards me with a swagger. Christ. I hope to hell I don’t walk like that. I see him lick his lips as he looks back towards the bar. I glance over to see what he’s preying on - Fiona. Can’t say I’m shocked. I’m aware my bed isn’t the only one she's been in. While I know she isn’t mine and it's just a hookup, I don’t like the way he is eyeing her. Something about him just seems sleazy. He refocuses on me and extends a hand “Alpha Zac, it's a pleasure to be here and joining your pack”. “We are glad you’re here…..” I eyed him questioningly.

Teo asked as he directed his gaze towards Phoenix. “Because she is more than a curse, she is my friend.” Teo eyed Phoenix with suspicion. “There are rumors that you possess powers, is this true? The people say that you’re named Phoenix because you have the power to produce flames from your hands.” “The rumors are true,” Phoenix said as she came closer to them. “And if you ever insult me again,” flames licked the flesh of her right arm as she walked closer to him. “I’ll make sure not even your ashes remain.”