Marco The Phoenix Novels & Stories

I heard a large splash follow me and swam to the surface in search of my mate. Feeling the temperature of the water cool more behind me I turned to see Frost surface. His long wet hair slicked back from the water made him look menacing and I giggled as I cupped his cheek. “Oh you are so warm,” he growled then quickly pulled me against himself. Steam rose around us, making me laugh. Trailing his finger on my sigil he said, “The one on your arm looks like a phoenix and the one on your chest is like a wolf.”

Violet had never seen her this happy over a meal before. " No, that one’s for Mom. But this is for you." He placed a Pokémon shaped pancake in front of Aria and gently set the heart shaped egg in front of Violet, smiling as he did. Violet didn’t know why such a small gesture made her heart race. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had cooked for her like this. The warmth of it all settled quietly in her chest. "Wow! How did you know I love Pokémon?" He smiled at her warmly and replied.

"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."

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.

"I'm so sorry dear, for the troubles. Marco attacked you guys." So there's a new Villian to the story huh? "Who's Marco?" "Marco runs a Mafia gang in Russia. We used to be partners until, he found out I had something he also wanted. He is too greedy, thats his only problem, and might also be his downfall. So I think coming after you guys was his own way of starting a fight" "By f-ff-fight you mean? I stammered already scared of what was going to come next.

"Actually, we had been placed at the bottom of all the beast clans because the beastkin regarded us as the faded Peacock Clan. What they didn’t know was that we were, in fact, the Phoenix Clan. We had no interest in the competition, so we sealed our noble bloodline and remained hidden. We phoenixes have always kept a low profile, earning our wealth through diamonds and the trade of enchanted goods—unlike the other clans, who rely on power and politics. If the clans were ranked by wealth, we would confidently claim first place.” "Our people pursue ascension. Most of our wealth goes toward cultivating and refining spiritual medicine. This world’s resources are limited. We have no interest in s

As I walked up the stairs to their home, Commander Winston walked up besides Lance asking where Phoenix was. “I believe she’s here, but I need to have some time with my mate to figure out what’s going on with her.” Deep down I smirked saying ‘my mate’ because she was mine, not his. I knocked on the door and her father answered. “Mr. Greeley, is Phoenix here?” “Yes she is.” Lance tried to move between myself and Commander Winston trying to walk in and was stopped by his dad. “Dad what gives, I live here.” “Not right now, you don’t.”

Marco was crying, tightly embracing Marcus. "What's wrong? Why are you crying, my dear?" I asked, genuine concern in my voice. "Mommy!" Marco exclaimed, rushing towards me as soon as he saw me. "He had a nightmare," Marcus explained, standing at a distance near the sofa. "Mommy, I dreamt that you and daddy were dead. Someone had killed you. A dark, monstrous shadow!" Marco cried out. "Take a deep breath, my love. It was just a dream, alright?" I reassured him calmly.

“Again.” His physical therapist, Marco, steadied him. “You’re done. Your leg’s shaking.” “I said again.” Phoenix lunged forward, his left knee buckling. He crashed into the bars, biting back a scream. “Damn it, Phoenix!” Marco caught him under the arms. “You’re not Superman. Rest.” “Rest?” Phoenix shoved him off. “I’ve rested for months. I’m a goddamn prop in my own life. Brianna’s out there playing Joan of Arc while I’m stuck here relearning how to piss standing up.”

It's good that it was afternoon, and no one was around, otherwise Perla would have been very angry at him saying that that bitch was his mate He took out his dragon wings, to fly in the sky away from the place, while Cesar looked at Marco very coldly. "You better get out of here." Marco rolled his eyes boredomly, before opening a portal to his world, as he sarcastically said "Don't worry, the last thing I want is to be around mad dogs like you." He said, as he was leaving with his men, who came with him, Caesar sighted tired, looking at the place from which Xavier left.