Phoenix Mythology Story Novels & Stories

Sryrn and her queen's men replie Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dyin

You know how my story ends. It’s the only thing history, or rather mythology, writes about me. I was killed in my labyrinth by the ‘hero,’ and I will use that term loosely, Theseus, sixteen years after the first festival was held. I scoffed as I sat here in the darkness of the afterlife. “So this is what the Fates had planned for me? I would live to the age of thirty-two and die because the people of Athens sent a ringer to kill me and stop the octennial festival.

But then I heard myself answering her question. "Phoenix is a mythological creature. It emerged as a new and stronger bird from something that has been destroyed. That was me. A long time ago. I died and rose from my own ashes." I stood up and got a slice of pizza. "Wow." I heard Mamba say. "I'll just take a bath." I said and left them. I could still hear the jolly voice of Mamba, asking the same question to Sphinx. I shook my head. She doesn't seem to be tired from our boxing session.

"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 a low profile, earning our wealth through diamonds and the trade of enchanted goods—unlike the other clans, who rely on power and politics. If the clans were ranked by wealth, we would confidently claim first place.” "Our people pursue ascension. Most of our wealth goes toward cultivating and refining spiritual medicine. This world’s resources are limited. We have no interest in s

(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.

“I’m sure you both know the legend of Phoenix. How she or he burns and dies only to be created from its ashes and all of that. What you don’t know is during that time if the Phoenix dies and transforms to a vampire through a bite, her rebirth creates a gap in the soul. One that can only be filled by a mate's call, which is different from their Imani.” He looks to Gin, “that doesn’t mean she no longer needs you. It means she needs you both. Her soul will beg for the missing mate and her phoenix will beg for her Imani. One will never out way the other and both are important and give her strength. As she will also give the both of you hers.” “What happens if we can’t share? You know that most c

A massive phoenix burst into flames, breaking through the roof with a powerful, elongated cry. The overwhelming pressure forced everyone to kneel again, unable to lift their heads. I turned to Ignis and asked, "What is happening?" Ignis, with a smile, replied, "Lucian might be a descendant of the ancient phoenix lineage from the great battle. His phoenix presence had been suppressed previously by an unknown force, but with a bit of divine power, his original form got awakened."

"The phoenix had always wanted to thread our territory all around, and because of them, we, dwarfs, stopped our organisation in small villages, and formed this big one. Big and dreaded. "Then we combined our powers to form a shield around us, and we have been doing fine til now." "So, what you're trying to tell me is that you don't step into my territory, neither did you turn my guards to babies, nor took my messenger with you?" "Yes. And according to my calculation, your messenger must have been dead by now." "Why?" "No one can survive a second with the phoenix. It's either they turn the person to someone like them, thereby eating up all his memories, or they use him as a sweet sacrifice to

"A what" "The Phoenix's God is Helios. He is literally the sun, and when he wants to send a message, he sends a sun-ray. It's like a laser pointing to something as a hint. I'm guessing the Moon Goddess can do it too. I mean, they are siblings". "What the hell are you on about? It's just the curtains that aren't shut properly". He turns and raises an eyebrow as a challenge to my statement. "And I'm just an ordinary man. Not a magical firebird in a house of werewolves".