Novel & Cerita Marco The Phoenix

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

She said…I didn’t even held the qualification to wash her clothes for her…. And I had congenital heart disease after all, I was even feebler than a new born baby. She took away my medicine for me and I died from an heart attack. That’s why I feel very sad and depressed when being abandoned… That’s why I feel very disappointed in those people who betrays me… If I can’t live freely, what’s the use of living… So, I decided that I will live myself properly…even if it means destroying the worlds. I will destroy those beasts into thousand pieces who betrayed me and those who abandoned me...” Yu Meng said, her face filled with determination and undisguised resentment flashed through her phoenix-nar

But just then, the world tilted. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. The protective barrier around the Phoenix Court, the one my mother had sealed with a fragment of her very soul had shattered. "That's impossible," I whispered. No demon beast, no matter how powerful, should have been able to breach it. Not unless…there was a traitor. Franz and I rushed out. The clan was in chaos. High-level demon beasts had invaded. A fledgling Phoenix, barely ten, was pinned beneath the foot of a boar-beast. She was moments from death.

“Get Leo to the sub-level bunker. Marcus is waiting.” Phoenix straightened her blazer, hazel eyes turning back into lethal flint shards. She drew her own blades, silver reflecting pale, bruised moonlight. “I’m not hiding in a bunker, Blackwood,” she hissed, voice a scalpel. “The Council wants the White Wolf? I’ll show them the fire that raised him.” Outside, a low, distorted howl tore the night, followed by a silver arrow whistling through darkness. It buried itself in the balcony railing, carrying new message in necrotic purple ink:

"No. This time… it's him." The room went quiet. "What?" Alessandre gasped. Charlotte flipped over the screen. Headlines glared back: MARCELLO BETRAYAL – SECRET DEALS EXPOSED. On her screen were screenshots, emails, and transactions. My stomach churned. "Why would Phoenix target you?" Alessandre's face darkened, and his expression was too calm. Too flat. "Because they know I'm tied to you,” he said. “And if they can't break you alone… they'll break us both."

She flinched, her phone nearly slipping from her manicured fingers. "What the—who the hell are you?!" Marco clenched his jaw until the tendons in his neck threatened to snap. The suffocating aura of a man on the edge radiated from his body. "The Jonah you just mentioned..." Marco’s voice dropped into a lethal, gravelly growl. "Was that Jonah Bennet?" Jenny pressed herself flat against the bricks, cigarette smoke escaping her trembling lips. "Yeah. What’s it to you, freak?" "And Hazel Quinn," Marco ignored her, stepping an inch closer. "A brunette? Wears glasses?"

"Elder Marcus. He's the only one who knows how to bring down the Council, and I'm going to make sure he tells me everything." We walked in silence as the sun climbed higher, gold light slicing through the thick canopy. It should've been beautiful. Instead, the stillness felt like the calm before a storm. "Sera." Daniel's voice was quiet against the crunch of leaves beneath our boots. "There's something else you should know." I stopped walking, turning to face him. "What is it?" "Before Elder Marcus disappeared, he left me a message. He said the Phoenix can't beat the Council alone. He said fire needs ice to anchor it, or it consumes everything, including the one who wields it."

“And that it not going to happen if you are all fighting like a bunch of rats in some pod.” His expression shifted. Nathan glanced at me, curious but not surprised. “Marcel is unstable,” I continued quietly. “Dominic stands between him and destruction. The council is restless. Rogues are hungry. Packs are divided. And as far as the rumor goes, your little rogue has managed to contain a beast that would be more than willing to take over if Marcel simply ticked.” I stepped closer, my voice lowering. “All it takes is one thread to snap… and everything unravels.”

I walked into the cozy room full of computers and took my seat at my gaming chair. I started working on my writing project in which I wrote about a person named Mark who wanted to belong in his new job but he couldn’t be himself in order to fit in. I was on page ninety-three and was really close to reaching the climax which was about Mark who finally snaps and realizes that he needs to stop acting this way, or he would be miserable. As I write, I feel someone walk in the room. I ignored it at first and kept writing. I then felt a touch on the shoulder and I turned to see who it was. It's Marcelo.