Phoenix Nirvana Novels & Stories

"Sometimes, they're not quick enough. By then it's beyond our control to do anything. Subsequently, we end up losing that person." "I'm taking this has happened before?" I knew I wouldn't like the answer but nevertheless, I carried on, if it was regarding my life and wellbeing I had the right to hear all the gruesome details. He nodded. "Unfortunately, yes." "These tests, how do they work?" "They strap you up to this piece of machinery called the Phoenix. You relive through every aspect of your life, all your memories from the start of your life to currently. I've been told everything going by in a flash but for you, all the memories weigh down on you, and the pressure from the machine, that

He had to. Unici Academy for Supernaturals wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t the place for Cole. He was dark, powerful and the only Phoenix in the entire school. There was no way he belonged here. But Genevieve, that damn witch—she was hell-bent on keeping him here, telling him nothing but it was ‘her duty.’ But her duty can kiss his ass. He was busting out of here. And he was sure as hell going to enjoy squeezing her neck while he did.

Furthermore, that applied all around Phoenix Mountain. “If I’m not mistaken...” At that moment, Cedric explained, “Phoenix Mountain is likely protected by the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix clan’s ancient formation. To enter, one must possess the purest bloodline of the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix clan, or use brute force to break the formation.” The purest bloodline of the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix clan... Only Gareth had that, but he was already dead, and his body had been divided. There was only one option left for Andrius—break the formation!

Errol was shaking his head, and Phoenix hurriedly went back to his office, making sure that no one would see how his hard shaft protruded in his pants. “Fucking boner!” He dumped his coat on the couch. He leaned his back and closed his eyes, trying to get his breathing steady to calm his nerves. After a few minutes, he called his secretary, Levi. “What is it, senator?” The twenty-five-year-old, newly hired secretary appeared in front of him with a tablet in his hand. “You want me to order you lunch?” Phoenix sat straight and waved his hand. “No, I want you to call a club named Valkyrie, it's a strip club. I want a VIP membership there, but use your name in the registration instead of mine.”

I frowned down at my drink and thought about all the reasons that it really wasn't. A few hours later, most of the place had cleared out. Sara was gone, and I didn't much expect to see her again. She just didn't seem like that kind of girl. I was sitting in Phoenix's office in the back of the clubhouse. Phoenix was a hard man. He was cold and calculating, and he had one of the most intense and serious looks you could ever imagine. But underneath that exterior, Phoenix was a good man and had always done right by me. He did his best to raise me and to protect me, and he'd even tried to keep me away from the Sandcastles at one point.

"His skin is peeling back like charred parchment, and I can hear the sound of his childhood turning into absolute ash." Phoenix didn’t just scream; her soul physically tore open as the obsidian walls of the cave dissolved into a nightmare she had spent four years trying to outrun. She wasn't standing in the Black Abyss anymore. She was back in the East Wing, but the air didn't smell like lavender and security—it reeked of burnt milk, scorched silver, and the sickeningly sweet, metallic tang of vaporized blood.

Phoenix The air in the black market was thick with the scent of desperation and greed, a mingling of sweat, smoke, and the sharp tang of illicit transactions. Phoenix Eadmaer Koznetsov, ex-military captain and now the formidable head of La Nera Bratva, navigated the labyrinthine alleys with the ease of a man who had long ago made his peace with the shadows.

T he Phoenix was a mixed group of black and white, male and female dancers who had taken over the arena of Los Angeles. They heard about our fame; how we dominated the streets of New York and decided to move all the way from Los Angeles for a lighthouse show. However, they had absolutely no idea of what they were coming for; we waged dance battles with dance squads from different parts of the United States, Miami, Santa Barbara, Texas, and Washington, and still remained undefeated, just name it, we are down for whatever.

The fragrance of herbs and incense filled my nostrils as Hella opened her wooden door. My eyes widened at the wall of shelves full of jars of numerous ingredients. “Have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” Hella said with a snicker. Making my way into her small living room I sat down on a velvet settee and waited for her to join me. Hella's joints popped as she sank beside me. “You have Phoenix blood and awakened it by being roasted I'm thinking,” she blurted with a toothy grin. Dumbfounded, I just stared at her.