Phoenix Book Novels & Stories

At the moment it split, a golden bird emerged with a sharp, melodious cry. “It’s a Phoenix! This is the true Phoenix!” Ignis exclaimed with excitement. His words caught everyone’s attention. As the Phoenix was the king of birds, all must bow before it. Except for Ignis, Lucian, and myself, everyone else knelt in unison, chanting, “Welcome, Your Majesty!” The cheers grew louder and more enthusiastic. My little Phoenix fluttered around the room for a few moments before gently landing in front of me. When it settled into my arms, it transformed into a human-shaped infant. Feeling my warmth, it yawned and fell into a deep sleep.

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.

The crowd was awed by the sight as well. “Your princess is a Phoenix. This is how she represents happiness,” Corithias explained. The people were awed by their magnificent Phoenix princess. “If you will excuse us, we have important matters to discuss,” Corithias told them as they went inside with Firait.

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.

"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

Phoenix rolled her eyes and grabbed the cloth and was about to head back to the bathroom when, " Put on your clothes...here " Axion said, his eyes not leaving the book. Phoenix swiftly turned, glaring at him. " Excuse me? " " Put on your clothes... here... before me " Axion repeated, still looking at her. " Are you nuts? How can you tell me to do that?! " Phoenix almost yelled and that was Axion sent her a dangerous glare. He kept the book on the bed and climbed down, walking over to her. " Are you deaf? Or do you want me to do it for you instead? " He was now standing very close to Phoenix, whose anger was starting to boil.

"He's not gonna hurt you" "Of course he's not. I'm not you" Phoenix said in the most classic form and Cameron read in between lines. Yes. Phoenix wasn't her. She was better and that was why Liam would treasure girls like Phoenix than girls like her who were timid and tongue-tied. "You have to rub it you know" "Rub what in?" "That you are good" "I'm not good Cameron. I just don't let people step on me" "Well so much for a thanks" "I will see you later" Phoenix takes her books and walks away. While Cameron stared at her till she was out of sight. She takes out her book and turns around when she bumps into Samantha.

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.

I’m tired of them already and I haven’t even spoken to them since that day they came. Dinner scent drifts from the kitchen, a mix of meat, herbs and something sweet. It should tempt me, but it doesn’t. My stomach knots instead of growling. All I want is silence, the house empty with just me inside, that should make me feel better. The book in my hand feels heavier than it should. I couldn’t find any book in the library that talked about fated mates no matter how long I looked, finally I saw this book that tells a story about the moon goddess and her love, hopefully it says something about how she created the fated mate bond…..fingers crossed.

I want to ask, but I don’t think that’s something you just ask because I don’t want to sound like the crazy one here. “I ended up signing my book Duke of The Night with the indie publisher Phantomedia under the name Dawn Phoenix. It was a coincidence that my editor was Byron Grey.” She explained. “I thought you said you met him online. If he’s your smut publisher, how is that online?” I questioned. “It’s not smut. It’s paranormal historical fiction romance.” Shannon scoffed indignantly at my choice of words. “Is more than fifteen percent of the book sex?” I arched my brow. She didn’t have to answer. She turned bright pink, which said it all.