Phoenix Firewire Novels & Stories

I gulped seeing his gaze never left me. "Like fire?" Alessandro asked. Meeting his stormy grey eyes, I nodded my head. "He's a fire wolf. Soon, you'll see his orbs of burning fire." Carlos said, smiling "Will that hurt?" I cursed myself. Why was I suddenly worried about him? Edward and Daniel laughed. Everyone joined them except Darkice. His eyes were still studying me. Slithering the plate on the table, I got on my feet. "I should go home." I told them.

The pain in my chest was already at the maximum with worry about our pups, but to know that some women and children perished only made this nightmare truly horrific. Still, I had to choke all this down because Phoenix was a killing machine that no one could get close to. I wouldn’t let anyone get close to her. This was the retribution she needed and then we’d deal with this ‘Eden.’ I watched with bated breath to witness this piece of shit be sent to hell.

Both of them, watching my daughter through equipment hidden on my territory before she was born. Phoenix has more. He always has more — that's what three months of quiet, methodical work looks like. Communications between Vane and Fenn, encrypted through a system Phoenix broke in the fourth week and has been reading since. Planning documents. Timelines. A proposal addressed to four other pack alphas suggesting that voluntary collaboration with the Moonfire bloodline could advance research that the Accord's restrictions have unnecessarily limited.

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The server vault was a cathedral of pulsing crimson, the hum of the cooling fans sounding like the ragged breathing of a dying god. My heart rate was steady, a cool, rhythmic 62 beats per minute, and every one of those pulses was now a digital firewall. I had mapped my own EKG into the Phoenix Node’s kernel. If my heart stopped, the global economy didn't just crash; it went through a localized supernova.

"At specifically 4:15 AM today, my workstation was remotely accessed and mirrored. Every file related to Project Phoenix was deleted." A collective gasp rippled through the room. Nancy looked down at her tablet, her face pale, while the remaining analysts exchanged looks of feigned shock or genuine confusion. "That’s impossible," one of the junior Betas stammered. "Our firewalls are military grade. To wipe a Senior Analyst’s drive from the outside..."

The phoenix fire in my chest rebelled at the thought. "Call the vote," I said. Thorne looked surprised. "You don't want to use your remaining discussion time?" "No. Let them decide." The voting was done by phoenix fire—each member releasing a small flame into one of two braziers. Gold fire for confidence. White fire for removal. One by one, they cast their votes. Some quick and decisive. Others hesitating, their flames flickering between colors before finally choosing. I watched each face, memorizing who stood where. Not for revenge. For understanding.

This was the first time she was turning into a Phoenix and it felt good. It all happened suddenly, as she became weak. And soon she was on the ground, her body took weak to stand. She saw a kindly figure as her sight became a blur. She drifted into consciousness as she felt hands on her feathers. Sam Gunnigham He knew he was watched but never expected it to be the Phoenix. He saw as she took off, and he knew a Phoenix when saw one. He scratched his head as he grunted in frustration. "Why was the Phoenix spying on him?"