Phoenix Legacies Novels & Stories

They had fear but only one had determination and zeal. He would find their true heir and bring him back to ascent the throne. He would help the helpless Phoenix whom had been reincarnated after a whole five hundred years. The cause of her death remains a legend. A legend that no one wants to ever forget. It was believed that this legendary bird will bring back the true heir. And there was one who not only respect this legend but was ever willing to keep it true in people's heart for the rest of their lives. The Guard with the blonde hair.

He crossed to the other side of Cairo road for a better view. It had been two weeks since he was tasked to trail the woman. At all material times, she was not aware of the man behind her. Prince had mastered the skill of being invisible and remained in the shadows ever since he left the Regiment five years ago. His dismissal was unceremonial and gave him ugly scars which were not going to heal anytime sooner. He had tried several avenues to acclimatize but failed. It seemed his life never belonged to the normal outside world. The fifteen years he spent in Twinpalm as a regiment officer, Prince got used living in the bush and never had an opportunity to freely mingle with the free world.

"Well, a normal day, could you contact Liam, and tell I am free now if he wants to see me." "Right away ma'am." After 4 years of living on my own I am quite successful. My company skyrocketed and is now among the top 5 companies in the world. After living in Norwood for a year, I started looking for the other surviving Phoenix. It was hard but I found them. They were barely alive so I took them in and treated them, after 6 months they asked me to be their clan leader, because like a pack Phoenix are strong together even if they don't go berserk after leaving the clan they still need one.

It was different having them be so calm about me touching someone else, but it was a welcomed change. “We obviously didn’t even know Phoenix existed,” I continued, “and there’s nothing for me to go on here, so you’re going to have to really spell it out.” “A Phoenix lifespan is typically a thousand years, give or take,” Connor let go of my hands and leant back, “at the end of our lifecycle, we are drawn to our Keeper. If I die as a Phoenix, I normally just go through a rebirth, and regenerate. Now that I’ve connected with my Keeper, if I die there are two outcomes. I either turn to ash, and that’s the end of me, or my Keeper, keeps me. You’d light my body on fire when I die, or my ashes, and

Just ash and death and silence. We'd come all this way for nothing. "No," I said, refusing to accept it. "They have to be here. The texts, the legends, everything said the phoenixes nested here." "The texts are three centuries old," Garrett pointed out. "Maybe the phoenixes moved on." I ignored him and started down into the valley. My boots sank into the ash, each step releasing small clouds of gray powder. Luna and Garrett followed reluctantly. We reached the center of the valley, where the stone pillars stood. Up close, I could see they were carved with images of birds rising from flames. Phoenix imagery. This had been their home once. But where were they now?

his accent bleeding through, Angel laughed and said “I was raised in California in one of the worst neighborhoods you’d ever see. People died every day. So, nothing you tell me will surprise me. But I won’t be lied too, cheated, or have those I love taken advantage of. So, you decide right now Enrique what kind of life do you want?” She was young a lot younger than him, and she had lived harder than him and look where she was. She could help him get a better life, for him and his sister. He had been Louisa’s only supporter for two years now. He asked, “What kind of help can you give me?”

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.

“There are a few hybrids who never joined the Academy. Who knows where they will end up and with so many dragons, it’s possible that one could be mated to a hybrid that doesn’t live here.” “Cal would lose his fucking mind,” I murmur, continuing to follow Phoenix as she passes the hatching grounds and the Big House, then heads to the area between Cedric’s packhouse and the coliseum. When she stops, she looks at the ground around her. “This is where it happened,” she says. “Where what happened?” I ask. She looks at me. “This is where you died in your first life. This is where you gave your life to save your rider.”

Jade country was a country that was seen as the land of death by most people, as it was the centre of war for most Nations. Hank's ruthlessness and desire to abandon Alexa could be seen by the move he took and it brought a smile to Vera and Susan's face. "Mom, finally this big house belongs to us mother and daughter, just us," Susan's eyes glowed with happiness as she walked around the house. "Exactly Susan, now that wench and her daughter are no more, we will no longer have to resort to petty tricks to obtain what we want, the world is ours," Vera smiled with greed.

Nicholas’s eyes looked glazed as he slurred, "What are you talking about, Mom? When did I ever say I wanted to break up with Beatrix?" His mother’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Pearl’s been seeing you for so long! Are you not going to give her any explanation?" Frustration flickered across Nicholas’s face as he scratched his head. "If we’re talking about time, Beatrix cared for me for three years!" His mother’s voice rose, sharp with emotion. "But she can’t have children! Marrying her would leave the Poldarks without descendants!" Guilt briefly flashed across Nicholas’s face before he slammed his hand on the table.