Phoenix Knight Novels & Stories

Every eye was glued on me and the small bouquet of flowers I held. Jaguar’s face broke out into the cockiest smile I’d ever seen, and for a second that felt like it gave me strength. We made it up front. I stood across from Jaguar, inches apart, while Phoenix looked on at us. “Well,” Phoenix said, “I’ve officiated several biker weddings, but this is about the strangest one in my time,” he said. The crowd gave him a laugh. “And who would have thought Jaguar would wear a damn suit?”

Was I really feeling the call of the Fae mate bond with Phoenix? "But what about my mates?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "I already have mates. Does that mean that the bond with Phoenix is invalid?" Thorn's expression turned serious, his eyes glinting with a warning light. "The Fae mate bond is not something to be taken lightly, Syla," he said. "And it's not something that can be easily explained. But I will say this: the bond with Phoenix is real. And it's not going away anytime soon." Phoenix is very powerful, his nickname is 'Fire' and he is just as hot as fire, I am told, all the ladies want him, but he has refused most all of them, with only a few in the last 300 years, who

I decided to make my grand entrance. I removed my helmet and there were several shocked gasps and so on. "My Name is Samantha Emilia Parker; I am the Clan Leader of the Rainbow Phoenix Clan." After saying those words, I knew this would be fun. "H... how, wh..when, did you become a Phoenix? We looked for you everywhere, but you were nowhere to be found." Aiden asked instead of Matthew, too shocked to register that I was in front of them.

"Eh?" Phoenix was actually surprised to see her bodyguard defeated so easily. She raised her chin proudly at Frank as she asked, "Who are you?" "You should introduce yourself before you ask for someone else's name," Frank said, dropping the mush and leveling an impassive stare at Phoenix. "Heh." Seeing that Frank was so fearless, Phoenix quickly presumed that he was the apprentice of a hidden sect. Chuckling coolly, she nodded at Frank, "Phoenix Ardron of Cloudnine Sect." "Phoenix Ardron."

Phoenix scoffed as well. Manpower was a great resource of the Quint family in Ridgesouth. Even with Madam Dark and Shadow dead, Phoenix could easily replace them with more men. Knowing Kaze was physically strong, defeating even Madam Dark, she brought the gunmen from the family to deal with him. Darcy and her family were horrified. Phoenix finally felt a sense of ease. She screamed loudly, “Hector, on your knees! You and your family must kneel before me! “And this little bastard! If you don’t want to die, you better get on your knees as well!”

Keith looked at him, truly confused, "how do you know about that? I haven't perfected it yet, uh?" The Phoenix was the legendary, devastating technique Keith would become famous for, a move synonymous with his power until his tragic end. "Well, you can now! Because as you can see, I'm useless, and there are just too many of them!" Mars yelled. Keith glanced at his sword, a decision hardening in his eyes.

"Ella, who told you the peacock clan is poor? Look around our home. From the flooring to the vases—everything here is expensive." I glanced around properly for the first time. The decor, though simple and clean, was unmistakably high-end. "But isn’t the peacock clan ranked last among the great families? Don’t they say you barely get a share of resources?" David gave a soft laugh. "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

Then someone asked, cautiously, "So… even I might be able to inherit the Phoenix legacy?" "Of course," I answered. Ignoring Seraphine's seething glare, I raised my voice. "The Phoenix Court will hold a competition. Whoever wins by strength alone shall be the next leader." A cheer erupted across the courtyard. Only Father and Seraphine stood pale-faced, their carefully built illusions unraveling. That night, Franz clung to me as usual. "Althea…" He nuzzled his head into my chest like he could never get enough. I sighed, reaching out to pull him closer. But just then, the world tilted.

We were halfway across the yard when he said it. “You know, Brenna—” I stopped walking. Turned to face him. “Phoenix,” I said, voice low but firm. “I prefer Phoenix.” He blinked, surprised. “Sorry. I didn’t mean—” “I know,” I said, eyes locked on his. “But Brenna sounds like you forgot who I am. Phoenix is who I became.” He smiled, slow and wicked. “I like your territorial side.” I rolled my eyes, but my lips tugged into a grin. “It’s not territorial. It’s truth.”

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.