Phoenix Mythology Story Novels & Stories

Liam asked giving Frederick a rough gaze. A long time ago, more of thirty-two centuries ago as the story goes, the supernatural world was filled with the wonderful creatures called ‘Phoenixes’. Their leader, Gabriel McFlame ruled over them all but there was a catch. Like the present situation that went on between Queen Alessia and the late lycan king, there were conspirators in their midst. Traitors who despised Gabriel and sought to end his existence. Seeing as phoenixes are naturally un-killable, they sought every way possible to counter those laws of nature and over throw him as the Emperor.

Connor explains, pulling Maya to the inner circle as Omar had done to me. "Can someone explain how using the flame of life can stop someone from being a phoenix?" I whisper. "Long story short, Prometheus created the fire phoenixes from Helios' fire. Those in cooler climates lived a lonely life till Epimetheus, his brother, suggested giving the blue flame of Hestia to the ruler of the lonely birds." Adrian's explanation is interrupted by Raul, who weaves his sword offensively. "Not only did the flame bring the Phoenix together, but it also changed their attributes to their surroundings," Connor added, finishing the creature, and moving to assist Adrian.

“A red bird that burned and rose again from its own ashes.” “Except it wasn’t a myth,” Araheen replied. “The phoenix was one of the High Immortals.” Her gaze drifted toward the Mad End’s Wall. “I was still very young when my mother first told me the story of Abennu,” she said wistfully. “Mother said she was the most beautiful of the High Immortals. When the world was still wrapped in darkness, she was the one who carried light across it.” She then turned to him. “And she was the one who gave the salamanders their fire.”

He opened another scroll, handing it to her, and my heart dropped as I read the Latin words that were stated. “Phoenix in plenilunio nascitur, unum ovum ponitur, et si eclypsis advenerit, exoritur datus. Phoenix sanguine nascitur, sed datus ex sole et luna annulari.” A phoenix is to be born on a full moon, one egg to be laid, and if an eclipse is to occur, it hatches giving the chosen one. A phoenix is born of phoenix blood, but a chosen one is of a sun and moon annular. I read, looking up at my mate whose eyes met the Lycan’s.

The Phoenix explained. “Then why haven’t we known of their existence before, and how did Helen become one?” Carol asked. “Sigh, her ancestor must have mated with a Wood Nymph, and her heritage was awakened by the tree of life, being close to the same race.” The Phoenix said like she was speaking to a child. “Wait, the Tree of Life is of the same race?” Blake asked. “Yes, the Tree of Life is actually a goddess of life, but she is young, only a sapling. When she matures, she will become a goddess of nature.”

I left out all the Idris info to him, not knowing if my brother knows him or not. “A Phoenix Aurora? How did you know about them? No one ever speaks of them anymore since they have been extinct for so long.” He looks at me truly puzzled by what I have said. “You see a Phoenix is the Lord of all creation, before everything from the very beginning. Men invented books depicting of a “human god” the all mighty that made everything from nothing. This is not true. The Phoenix, is the most rare mythical creature to have ever lived. Noone has seen one in hundreds and thousands of years, they have the power to build life, the power of true creation. But alas, they have died out a victim of their own

he said while crying and hugging the girl's lifeless body. In his fury, the red moon was suddenly covered with dark clouds and heavy rain poured down "I curse!!!, in the name of my child... I curse the new phoenix! that every passing of a hundred years your body will burn with fire as a sign of my wrath and be reborn from your own ashes!!. And I swear that your eternal life will be one of pain until you beg for your death." The sorcerer's anger brought a terrible deluge across the land. His vengeful heart ended the lives of Cyrus' entire family and the citizens of Agnarr in just that night.

Next, he told of the felines Minatious and Micya who took the form of tigers, though their children could take any large cat breed. Cullen frowned as he thought of the old legend. He couldn't recall who the rats or the bulls were. He would have to call Colin, who knew the myth better. Finally, he talked of the Phoenix. There had only ever been one pair who lived and died, only to be reborn. Mattieus and Annos were said to be the first. By the time he talked of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves devoted their allegiance to her in the original war with the humans, Jackson had opened his eyes.

Curiously she asked, "Grandmother Willow will you tell me the story behind this ugly spell?" "Alright child, I will tell you." "One thousand years ago, there was a creature that descended from the heavenly world to the human world. She was the most powerful of them all, the Phoenix Goddess. Her powers were so great that creatures of all kinds and sizes would bow down to her. With her great power she was able to unify the world together in peace. Once the world was able to live peacefully and prosperously, she had to return to the immortal realm. However, she was poisoned by her lover and lost all her divine power. She was doomed to stay with him in the human world."

“You are right. Phoenix is more than just a Godlen wolf. Your fates are intertwined in ways you can’t comprehend.” She gestures toward the field, and suddenly, the air around us shimmers. Scenes unfolded before my eyes, fragments of a story I didn’t recognize but somehow felt deeply connected to. My eyes opened to see two wolves, one is a brilliant gold, her fur gleaming like the sun, and the other is a deep black with streaks of silver running through his coat. They stand together, their gazes locked intensely in an unbreakable bond. “They are you,” the Moon Goddess says, her voice soft. “Phoenix and you. But this connection began long before this lifetime.”