Phoenix Knight Novels & Stories

Wesley looks at me and he smiles at me and I nod my head. “I, Lycan King Hyperion. Grant you Wesley Asher the title of Alpha of The Phoenix Moon Pack.” he joins hands with Wesley, and I smile as Wesley gasps as the connection is made. Hyperion picks up the chalice and drinks some of it and hands it to Wesley who does the same.

(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.

Nylion snarls at Laiken as we leave the conclave. “I’m sorry, my rider,” Laiken apologizes. I hate that Nylion is taking his anger out on Laiken, as if he’s to blame for what happened in the conclave. “I’ve never seen a claiming mark that large, except from Phoenix.” There’s a phoenix too? Oh, how little I know of the supernatural world. “You will be punished,” he snarls. “It’s not his fault, Nylion,” I say. The slap isn’t unexpected, but it still stings.

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace and the phoenix tattoo on her wrist that marked her rebirth. Rafael's intake of breath was audible. "Jesus, Natalie. You're..." "What?" "Perfect." He traced the tattoo with one finger, his touch feather-light. "This is beautiful. What does it mean?" The question hit her like a physical blow. The phoenix was everything—her death, her rebirth, her transformation from victim to avenger. It was the symbol of rising from ashes, of becoming something stronger and more dangerous than what came before. But she couldn't tell him that. So she gave him a version of the truth instead.

One by one, the companies she was affiliated with began to distance themselves from her and withdraw cooperation. “Take her out of here," Hank gave the stern order to the guards without remorse, as he saw the lifeless look on Alexa's face. ************ (In a Swiss hotel) The man who was tangled in the sheets had woken up and dressed himself neatly. His face was a work of art, God's marvellous work. Every detail in his body screamed perfection in the eyes of humans. His long legs, chiselled face, deep green eyes and high nose bridge did nothing to cover his thin seductive lips which were stained red like that of a vampire.

--- I turn the page. The words continue. "The only way to stop it is to strengthen the prison. To seal it forever. But the seal requires a sacrifice. A life. A Phoenix." "I was supposed to be that sacrifice. I was supposed to die to keep the prison closed. But I was a coward. I ran. I hid. I trapped myself here instead. And the prison has been weakening ever since." "You are the new Phoenix. You are the one who can finish what I started. You are the one who can seal the prison forever."

He caught her eye across the facility and gave her a small nod, nothing that would draw attention, just enough to say he had seen her and she was not entirely alone in the room. Beside the equipment rack stood a woman Sierra had not encountered before. Phoenix. She had heard the name in corridor whispers, always with a particular quality of respect that the fighters reserved for very few of their own. At twenty-eight, Phoenix was compact and dark-haired, with the kind of build that suggested speed over power and eyes the color of strong tea that were currently conducting the same assessment of Sierra that Sierra was conducting of her. A scar ran from her left temple to the corner of her mout

"That's impossible. He's dead. He died ten years ago." But I recognized him from the portraits lining the sanctuary's halls. Cassia's son. Kira's older brother. Marcus Phoenix's first attempt at creating a phoenix-wolf hybrid through torture instead of birth. "Cyrus," Marcus Phoenix breathed, and for the first time since I'd met him, he looked truly broken. The Shadow Walkers were using him like a living key, his corrupted phoenix fire eating through the sanctuary's wards from the inside out. Every scream that tore from his throat took another layer of protection with it.

Phoenix said, her voice clinical and dead to hide her trembling. She turned her back on them, her white blazer fluttering like a shroud. "If he turns into a monster because you encouraged him to 'practice' with a soul-eater, I will use your own silver blade to end your line. Starting with you." Kael didn't roar. He didn't even defend himself. "I know," he whispered to the shadows. "I'll be the one in front of the fire. Every time." Phoenix strode out, her heels clicking a merciless beat on the stone hallway.

He had a midnight colored hair which flowers down his shoulders. He was handsome and Amelia could not deny that fact. "I am Kendrix. We finally meet again after so many years" He said, a sly grin on his face. "I do not know you and what do you want to do with me? How do you even know me?" She asked, holding the bars as she came closer. "Why won't i know the legendary phoenix? Sent to defeat the Winter King?" "I do not understand what you are saying" "My concern is not about you understanding because i never want you to understand. I cannot wait to pluck your feathers and take your powers away from you. As you can see, i am quite hungry for power"