Phoenix Books Novels & Stories

How did they have books unavailable anywhere but reading apps, and why didn’t her website mention their print availability? “Find a book that caught your eye?” Aidan asked. I felt his breath on my neck and knew he’d snuck up on me to lean over the back of the sofa. I ignored him and looked at the copyright area. And there it was in black and white: Published by Phantomedia. Oh, Byron and I will have words when I go home for winter break. Did his company only do a limited run on publishing the books? Are they only in very select markets? How connected to Well Thumbed is he? Does Shannon know? I saw some of her Dawn Phoenix books on the shelves, too.

SAM I let my eyes wander around when Phoenix ushers me outside the car. This place is an old books store which is renovated in to a big and modern one. Many well-known authors used this venue for book signing events. A woman around my age approaches us wearing a bright smile on her face. “Mr. Williams, Ms. Anderson, good evening! Please, follow me.” I am surprised to hear my name, and I grin at her in return. I feel Phoenix’s hand gripping my waist. “Let’s get inside, beautiful.”

"Which is fine. You're allowed to be scared. But don't pretend it's realism when it's actually self-protection." Rhys wanted to argue, wanted to insist that Phoenix was wrong, that his caution had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with practical assessment of the situation. But before he could formulate a response, R called out from across the room. "Papa! I found a book about ladies! It's called 'Pride and Prejudice.' Is this about the lady who makes you weird?" Phoenix barely suppressed a laugh while Rhys closed his eyes and prayed for patience. "No, buddy," he said. "That's a different kind of story. About different kinds of ladies. From a long time ago."

he said, "you need to stop living in your past. You won’t survive here if you keep holding onto your memories. I’ll help with that." He motioned to a nearby table stacked with books; psychology, philosophy, strategy. Titles on mental resilience, survival, and war. It was overwhelming. She took a deep breath. "And what do you want in return?" His expression didn’t change. "I’ll let you know when the time comes." ***

"You already know." I wake up with a gasp. --- The next morning, I gather the team. "I know where the Phoenix Files are," I say. They look at me. Waiting. "Beneath the mountain," I say. "The one where the first Receptor was born. The one where the veil was first created." Helena's face goes pale. "That's in the Northern Territories," she says. "The most dangerous place on Earth. It's overrun with Corrupted. With warlords. With things that would eat us alive."

“Meaning?” “Meaning,” Jax said, stepping back inside, “your mystery woman has walls tighter than most world governments. I had to crawl through six layers of encryption before finding anything. And when I did…” He hesitated. “It’s not small-time.” Leo slid the drive into his secure tablet. The files loaded—photos, coded transactions, shadow-company records. His eyes stopped on one name, buried halfway down the list. Phoenix Analytics. The name hit like a punch. He’d heard of them, but never in the daylight. They didn’t court publicity. They didn’t exist—at least not officially.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

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.

The fragrance of herbs and incense filled my nostrils as Hella opened her wooden door. My eyes widened at the wall of shelves full of jars of numerous ingredients. “Have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” Hella said with a snicker. Making my way into her small living room I sat down on a velvet settee and waited for her to join me. Hella's joints popped as she sank beside me. “You have Phoenix blood and awakened it by being roasted I'm thinking,” she blurted with a toothy grin. Dumbfounded, I just stared at her.

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