Phoenix Books Novels & Stories

"Sometimes, they're not quick enough. By then it's beyond our control to do anything. Subsequently, we end up losing that person." "I'm taking this has happened before?" I knew I wouldn't like the answer but nevertheless, I carried on, if it was regarding my life and wellbeing I had the right to hear all the gruesome details. He nodded. "Unfortunately, yes." "These tests, how do they work?" "They strap you up to this piece of machinery called the Phoenix. You relive through every aspect of your life, all your memories from the start of your life to currently. I've been told everything going by in a flash but for you, all the memories weigh down on you, and the pressure from the machine, that

To be honest it was a sight to behold. "It is a Phoenix. The bird is called Phoenix and according to the books. I read it is believed to guide someone of great strength and destiny to accomplish their purpose. It is believed that anyone whom it follows becomes a legend," I said with a smile. For the first time, I felt like I knew something he didn’t. "Your life must have been boring for you to memorize such a useless belief. This is the twenty-first century. Those things are mere superstitions," Noah said and I felt my bubble of joy deflate.

NOTICE: BOOK FOR OVER 18 YEARS OLD!!!! Contains Triggers! The Bodyguard is the first book in the “Project Guardian of the Phoenix” series. HOT book prohibited for minors, with scenes of explicit sex, physical and psychological violence and profanity. Despite being a story of love and overcoming, this book contains triggers. ️ Good reading!!! Hello dear reader! This is the first book in the series. Leave suggestions and the evaluation so I can get to know a little about you. At the end of reading, tell me which characters you would like to have your story.

Atticus said, nodding. Phoenix studied her intently before sighing. “You’re my PA and housekeeper. I only need a PA for out-of-the-country trips. Most of the time, you’ll be helping around the house. Got it?” “Yes, Sir.” Phoenix headed toward the stairs, his cane tapping rhythmically with each step. “And don’t call me Sir. Call me Phoenix,” he said over his shoulder. “Yes, Sir—Phoenix,” Atticus corrected herself. She bit her lip as Phoenix disappeared upstairs. Phoenix. The name felt familiar on her lips as if she had said it many times before, though she couldn’t recall when or why.

I go to check out the sad, wrinkly animal with a glare. The Phoenix's radiant earthy-colored eyes streak. "No, fancy woman," she says quickly, "My most generous experts are helping me and permitting me to live in extravagance!" Sebastian grins abundantly. "It is undeniably challenging for a Phoenix to find a new line of work and get by, particularly since they are extremely short, have a repugnance for exceptionally splendid light, and go through the maturing system at a breathtaking velocity consistently. Likewise, they have an intense energy for steak, which we have an overflow of."

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

“Then let the fox lead the flames.” And so, the family remained in the sanctuary with Neris and Joren, listening to stories, reading old tomes, and unsealing small vaults of lost knowledge. Together, they sparked something greater than vengeance. They rekindled hope. The Phoenix Clan had fallen in fire. Now, it would rise through it.

Nestled among the other books on the massive shelf was a familiar spine that made my eyes widen. No way. I stepped closer to be sure, and I was right, it was The Phoenix Initiative by Lily Cooper. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest. There were only two copies of that book in existence. I had dreamed of owning one, of even catching a glimpse of one in real life. Lily Cooper wasn’t a mainstream author. Her books were considered too complex, too poetic, and too odd for popular taste. But to me, her words were sacred. I would have bled for a chance to read them.

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.

“Your dad really left you in the dark, didn’t he?” I didn’t reply, and that silence was answer enough. Vivian’s voice took on a reverent tone, like she was speaking of ancient myths made real. “Phoenix wolves are among the rarest and most powerful beings in our world. Not just werewolves—they’re something beyond. Something sacred. They don’t just shift; they burn and rise. They carry the fire of rebirth, with powers that rival the moon goddess herself. They’re like divinity walking in flesh.”