Phoenix In Human Form 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

It’s a big burden to carry alone, but I have no choice. “I don’t believe in supernaturals,” I say. Phoenix smirks and takes a step back. He pulls his shirt off and starts to undo his pants. “What are you doing?” I yell. “I’m going to shift so I can prove what we are.” He moves his hand to his boxers. “Don’t take them off!” He shrugs. “Your choice.” I stand there, watching him. I don’t believe that he’s going to turn into a wolf, but I’m curious to see what he’s going to do. I watch as his body starts to morph. Within seconds, Phoenix is gone and in his place is a wolf.

(Five years later) Lyra’s POV I leaned against the dark tinted window of my limousine as it drove past the City. My reflection stared back at me, my face covered with a Phoenix shaped mask that only allowed my eyes and mouth to be seen, it was my Trademark. The world now knew me as The Phoenix, the name wasn't just branding. It was my story. I had risen from destruction, rebuilt by hands that should never have held me together, and now the very fire that consumed me was now my fuel and weapon.

She exclaimed with excitement as I gave her a toothy grin. Gesturing toward the individuals on the ground I shook my head and told her that I didn't want anyone worshipping me. “The Moon Goddess is our deity,” I asserted firmly and the woman smiled widely before clapping her hands and telling everyone to back off. Wisdom then quickly poked my skin with a pin and tasted my blood while I said, “Ouch.” I eyed her incredulously when she glanced back at me with a confused scowl. “You have Phoenix blood and yet are also the Sacred Shewolf. This is very confusing since you are both unique creatures combined into one,” she said breathlessly before she lowered herself in front of me.

He also loses some weight. I gasp when our gazes lock and it feels like I’ve been hypnotized. I can’t take my eyes off of him—it’s like I bare my soul to him, and I can see him at the same time. His eyes are wide as saucers, but something doesn’t add up—the happy Phoenix I met almost five months ago is long gone—the Phoenix I see right now is in pain, lost, and broken. His eyes have lost their soul, and are replaced with pure sadness and despair.

Alex asked, “Are all of them your friends?” “Friends?” Phoenix smiled coldly. “Kind of. We just fought back in the Undead territory then. They’re old friends who wanted me dead. How else did you think I became this way. I’m neither human nor ghost.” Alex’s eyes widened. “Is it because of them?” Phoenix nodded. “Yeah! I will never forget how the people around me started falling one by one. I swore to take revenge for them… Considering our situation now, those who died would agree if I make these old friends suffer the same fate, right?”

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?"

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

The old man speaks. Lucien's mind goes blank, he didn't know how to respond. What Kohl was expecting was genuineness and a guilt-free reason to grow stronger. Lucien's reason was nothing but a guilty and spiteful plan to grow stronger than someone who was already leagues above his strength. A Phoenix is a god-like creature. And Lucien was a person who would definitely clash with a God. "You don't have to know anything expect for two things, master." Lucien steps forward, quite literally riding up his master's face as he speaks.

And among them, apart from the black serpent, there was no one of note. I didn't bother arguing. Lifting my hand lazily, I pointed toward a direction at random. "Him, then." Everyone turned to look. The one I'd chosen was a white serpent. In his human form, he was handsome—on par with Nyxar, even. But his spiritual energy was faint, nearly undetectable. If the black serpent was considered low-born, the white serpent was openly mocked by the Phoenix Court. "A glorified earthworm with snake nerves," they called him.