Novel Midtown Phoenix Novels & Stories

“I really like to get this start, because I do have other things to do tonight.” “Like that party I heard about?” “Well, it is Raven birthday, and he is my VP also I close friend. That’s not why I’m here and you know it.” “Why are you here for Phoenix?” “Don’t you dare play stupid; you know I got a hold of some information about you selling people on the black market and you’re going to stop.” “You really believe you’re going to be that person to put a stop to this. Just because you’re called Phoenix that you have what it takes to make me do anything.”

She considered pulling away, weighed the awkwardness of the gesture against the alternative, and was still mid-deliberation when she found herself already in the car. Right, she thought. That's how that works. --- The shopping center in Midtown occupied an entire city block and contained every luxury brand that had ever considered itself important. It was the kind of place that had a concierge team, a private elevator, and a members-only floor that most people didn't know existed. The moment Ethan walked through the entrance, the building reorganized itself. Vivian watched it happen in real time, the subtle shift in energy, the quiet urgent radio communications, the sudden appearance of seni

The leaders escaped into it, vanishing into dark mist. Atop the citadel, a ring of flame scorched the sky. And in the heart of it, unseen by mortals, a pair of phoenix wings unfurled, an omen that the Saphiren bloodline had not only survived... it had reclaimed the fire. A young initiate fleeing the citadel looked up through the haze, and froze. “Phoenix…” he whispered, eyes wide. “She wasn’t a myth.”

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING.

I keep my gaze forward and look through the dark, smoky windshield refusing to look back. The Valley of the Sun, as Phoenix and the surrounding cities are known, is a sprawling metropolis of black asphalt and mostly one- or two-story buildings. The high-rise, big city atmosphere can be found downtown and takes up about forty square blocks total. That's a pin in a map compared to the rest of the city. Gomez doesn't ask directions as he navigates the streets. We circumvent the inner city, and Gomez enters the freeway a few miles from Moon's home. I sit back and pull in a long slow breath of air.

I keep my gaze forward and look through the dark, smoky windshield refusing to look back. The Valley of the Sun, as Phoenix and the surrounding cities are known, is a sprawling metropolis of black asphalt and mostly one- or two-story buildings. The high-rise, big city atmosphere can be found downtown and takes up about forty square blocks total. That’s a pin in a map compared to the rest of the city. Gomez doesn’t ask directions as he navigates the streets. We circumvent the inner city, and Gomez enters the freeway a few miles from Moon’s home. I sit back and pull in a long slow breath of air.

I frowned down at my drink and thought about all the reasons that it really wasn't. A few hours later, most of the place had cleared out. Sara was gone, and I didn't much expect to see her again. She just didn't seem like that kind of girl. I was sitting in Phoenix's office in the back of the clubhouse. Phoenix was a hard man. He was cold and calculating, and he had one of the most intense and serious looks you could ever imagine. But underneath that exterior, Phoenix was a good man and had always done right by me. He did his best to raise me and to protect me, and he'd even tried to keep me away from the Sandcastles at one point.

I opened the door to find her standing with two girls from the team, all holding phone flashlights. “Half the dorms are out,” Madison said. “The security systems too. And after what happened last night—” She gave me a pointed look. “You’re not staying here alone.” “I’ll be fine—” “Nope. I know you’re trying to be strong after what happened but it’s okay if you’re terrified.” She lifted her phone and started typing. “Xavier has a generator. You’re staying at his place.” My stomach dropped. “Madison, no—”

He clenched his jaw as well as fist, sighed sharply, and stormed out of the room before he would lose it. _____ They reached the apartment building James’s assistant had given the address for. The apartment had been purchased a few months ago but hadn’t found a decent tenant. When James William asked him to find a place for Ethan and Violet, he decided to sell this one to him. The lift stopped at the top floor , the penthouse. Ethan walked out without saying a word, leaving the luggage for Violet. She huffed silently, swallowing her frustration, and pulled both suitcases with effort. He scanned the keycard, and the door swung open.

Phoenix Eadmaer Koznetsov, ex-military captain and now the formidable head of La Nera Bratva, navigated the labyrinthine alleys with the ease of a man who had long ago made his peace with the shadows. The market, hidden in the bowels of the city, was a cacophony of haggling voices and the constant buzz of clandestine activity. Stalls and makeshift shops lined the narrow paths, each offering a variety of contraband: weapons, stolen goods, counterfeit money, and drugs. Phoenix was here for the latter, ensuring a major deal went smoothly. Flanked by his trusted underboss and consigliere, Demetri and Grey, Phoenix moved with a purposeful stride. His presence commanded respect and fear in equal m