Noble Beast Phoenix Az Novels & Stories

Lanterns floated through the sanctuary like captured starlight. The air was sweet with roasted lotus seeds, firefruit wine, and duskroot incense. A celebration was underway, the first true feast the Saphiren Clan had held in decades. At the center of the courtyard, beneath the Phoenix Tree whose bark shimmered with ancestral fire, sat four honored figures: Prince Miguel, Amarantha, Duke Cedric Fleming of Country D, and the Flamebearer herself, Arla-Rosa Lunaria Fleming.

I am starting to worry it is developing into an obsession at this point. I quickly dress, when I’m done, I call for Nate to come back. While I wait for him, I go to my bed and sink into it. Phoenix lets out a small sound and flails her hand around, looking for something. When her hand lands on a pillow, she picks it up and places it over her head. She does all of this without opening her eyes.

Take her to the nest. —I'll call you as soon as I get there— I informed him. I put the gun back in the back of my pants and picked Laura up. I carried her to the parking lot escorted by the Phoenix soldiers. I laid her on the back seat, supported by her seat belt, and covered her with my jacket. The Phoenix Nest was a house in the middle of the forest in Pennsylvania. It took me about an hour to get there. A secret location created by Thomas to protect and hide his most important clients. Nobody knew the location except my father, Thomas, Jonny , Matheus and me.

Zale just apologized from what we had heard. They brutally died and left their children alone, this is a dangerous place to live in without guidance. A beast..."Which sides of the mountains did they hunt? From the trail we went, it's full of strong beasts, and rumors say from the harbor, there is a king beast living on that side of the mountain." Asked Zale. From the trail that we took, high ranking beasts, "They did take that trail," Neven said. Besides being the elder's aid, Neven also takes care of the children, and according to him, Boreas' parents were the top hunters in their clan, and so took the challenge of hunting the king beast, but unfortunately died brutally.

The patrons in this boutique casino are rich, which is apparently the way Nixon Caldwell likes it. I've only seen glimpses of him, trailed by his suited security detail. That, and a spread in “Las Vegas Magazine” touting him as the next coming of Vegas movers and shakers. Homeboy makes good. A casino owning Phoenix rising from the ashes to fly out of the shadow of his dead father. It's a sad story that closely resembles mine. Except for the money.

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.

The escort service Cartwright runs is in the older Encanto area of Phoenix known for its lower rent, shady dealings, and dead bodies. The location goes hand-in-hand with his workforce of women. They would probably do better standing on a street corner. He provides services for a less discerning clientele than what Elegant Escorts has. If you want to get laid cheaply by women with drug habits and missing teeth, Cartwright is your man.

I smirked, placing my hands on my hips, “They’re mates.” I told him; Phoenix turned his attention back to me, clearly surprised, “Well then, okay.” He thought for a moment, “Do you have a mate?” I was curious by his question, but answered honestly, “No, I don’t.” He nodded his head lightly at my answer, then dad came over to us, “Phoenix, you look well.” Dad told him, “Are you ready to discuss the alliance?” Phoenix nodded, “Thank you, your majesty, and yes, I am.” He smiled at me as he followed my father to the office.

“Your blood runs with fire and loyalty. You were born for this.” I bowed my head in respect. “It’s an honor, sir.” His lip curled, just slightly. “You’ll have backup soon. We’re dispatching the Emberwing Phalanx.” My eyebrows shot up. “What?” Nocturne turned to me, jaw set. “The Phoenix Fleet. Two hundred elite warriors from the last of the phoenix shifters. Thought to be extinct. Deadly. Relentless. Loyal to the Ashen Directive alone.” My mouth went dry. I’d always thought phoenixes were a myth. Fairytales. But now? They were real. And they were coming here.

(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.