Oce Phoenix Novels & Stories

Angelo snapped. "We don't disagree. But how the hell do we find him?" I asked. "I don't know. I'm gonna get some people out working on it." He says standing up. "You mean witches." I say. "Yeah. I think the food is burning." He says and I race back to the kitchen. But I got the food off just in time before it burnt. We all sat around eating while spit balling ideas. And we were still coming up empty. "He's taken over a town called Pheonix. It's in the Bayou." Angelo announced walking back into the room.

Author’s POV: “Aramis! I want you to accept my demise as it is and move on. Staying with the thoughts of me and remembering me every second of your life would do you no good. It is only pulling you back from doing amazing things with your kids that you can,” Phoenix whispered in his ears as he slept in his tent. Part of the reason he camped in the mountains was that he knew he will get to see Phoenix a lot. But it wasn’t much since he would normally have dreams about her every time he sleeps.

All the other men just watched me but the men I did not know stared at me too much it made me chock back a cry lodged in the back of my throat. My pack member slowly walked up to me cautiously not wanting to frighten me further. I remembered his name being Kian the third best fighter in our pack. He will be able to keep me safe from the men for sure if they tried to hurt me even though I knew the men looked like they wouldn't hurt me. It wasn't like they were rogue. Bending down to my hight Kian spoke as slow and softly to me as he can, "Alexa breath in and out very slowly you are having a panic attack."

I never took risks, never did anything that could jeopardise everything I am doing to survive, I spent my time working and then going home to my small one bed apartment, and even at work I took no risks, accepting a job in a back office; where I would see no one and no one to see me. you may be wondering why I take no risks, why live on take out and microwave meals, it's because I can't afford to be found, my parents did everything they could to hide me. To keep me out of the place I know is out there, to keep me away from the supernatural. Not because I wasn't one of them, but because I was the last of my kind. the last phoenix shifter. Many believe my kind is lost and perhaps we are, my p

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 wheels of the plane touched down with a gentle jolt, and a flutter of applause rippled through the cabin from a few enthusiastic passengers. Violet stirred awake at the sound, her lashes lifting slowly before a wide smile lit her face. She sat up, stretching a little in her seat, her voice a whisper threaded with joy. “We’re here…” Ethan nodded, watching the way her eyes sparkled despite the long flight. “Paris,” he said quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “First stop on our honeymoon.”

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace and the phoenix tattoo on her wrist that marked her rebirth. Rafael's intake of breath was audible. "Jesus, Natalie. You're..." "What?" "Perfect." He traced the tattoo with one finger, his touch feather-light. "This is beautiful. What does it mean?" The question hit her like a physical blow. The phoenix was everything—her death, her rebirth, her transformation from victim to avenger. It was the symbol of rising from ashes, of becoming something stronger and more dangerous than what came before. But she couldn't tell him that. So she gave him a version of the truth instead.

Which vividly showed how Mario’s men and women (gangs no longer discriminate although women are scarce) could be seen with their emblem of a falcon on their denim jackets. As my two loyalist and trusted members enter my office I’m abruptly removed from my thoughts. “James, Zack,” I say monotonously as I nod in acknowledgement. I’m behind my large oak desk watching the security cameras of the back door for any sign of Sphinx. James glances at my maroon suit and raises his dark eyebrows. “Sphinx needed to see something distinct to trust us, like... oh he’s here, see.” I say turning the monitor towards them. “He said he would wear something distinct to be able to differentiate between a regular

I shake my head while watching in complete shock and awe at what Phoenix is capable of. “No Papa! She is mine! She tried to take my Gunnar! She almost killed my Kitty and my Daddy twying to kill my Mumma Raben!” Phoenix’s furious scream nearly sounds demonic when she reaches Valery who screams in pain. Looking closer I can see her skin is burning from the heat radiating from Phoenix, making her name all the mor appropriate. She has risen from the ashes, literally, and is burning so hot she scorches the ground beneath her.

Penn said seriously. “I want that too. And we're closer than ever, babe. I can't wait for our lives to actually start...our normal lives I mean.” "So let's get up and get one step closer to that hm?” “Let's do it.” *** “So what are Phoenixs like?” I asked Nova. “They're such kind creatures.” She smiled. “Gentle and intelligent. I'm sure they'll help get you what you need.” “Well that's good. The sooner this is over, the better.”