Phoenix Nirvana Novels & Stories

So Phoenix made the decision and in the sixth month of the second year of her stay in the pantheon, she approached the goddess. Hung up her armor in the room she put her fighting tools and made her way to the hall. But Goyre was not there neither were any of the servants of Pyr. The hall was completely empty except for the pale dragon that slept beneath the foot of Goyre’s throne. Phoenix backtracked and headed to the goddess’s chambers. She had just pushed open the door when she stopped short at the sight before her. Uruel was seated on a gilded high seat buck naked with his eyes closed and between his legs was an equally naked Goyre with her mouth open over his member.

There was one more thing that they had cut out because it sounded ridiculous. “Why was Phoenix headed toward the window?” Silver was onto something. She had sensed whatever Phoenix’s connection was with the wailing brides. It has to be hidden in that night. “Phoenix claimed a woman all gray and black appeared and hypnotized her into following her. That was the only time that woman had arrived. It was --- oh yes! It was the 23 October,” Zion told Silver whatever she wanted to know and her mouth had hung so low that Zion too understood something was off.

I asked "Because we found a way to surpress it, meditation, practice, it worked for majority of us here and those it didn't work for are the Phoenix-0's they use a blue point collar to surpress their abilities and live like normal people here. The Phoenix-1 are medical personnel, Phoenix-2 are incharge of surveillance, Phoenix-3 are incharge of gathering supplies, Phoenix-4 are our agents they rescue other NX-5'S and we are Phoenix-5, we take charge of the leadership here"

Phoenix worked through the night. I stayed with him for the first four hours then went to check on Reaper at midnight. He was awake. He usually was at that hour now. The nexus connection made deep sleep difficult and he'd stopped fighting it. He read instead. He said it was the most reading he'd done in thirty years and had developed strong opinions about which books were worth the time and which weren't. "Anything?" he asked when I came in. "Phoenix is still pulling threads," I said. "We have a name. Helena. No last name yet. No confirmed identity. She was at the conference four years ago but she's not in any attendee record. She gave Holt a card he didn't keep."

PHOENIX ~ I felt so good to be on stage. I loved dancing with all my heart. It was the one part of my existence that wasn’t miserable, the light in the darkness I’ve lived in for so long. Whenever I danced, it was like I was transported to another dimension where nothing else exists but the music, the way it flowed through me and touched my very soul, and the way the moves flowed out of me so seamlessly. It was the one time where I could forget about my shitty life. It’s why I gave myself the stage name Phoenix. I was allowed to glow and burn as brightly as I dared to on this stage even if it was in front of drunk, horny patrons. I even dared to believe that I could rise from the ashes of wh

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.

“I just want it all to stop, Nix. I’m tired.” Phoenix stayed quiet for a moment before saying, “I know. But giving up isn’t really your thing, Phoebs.” I looked up at him. “What am I supposed to do now? Dad won’t even let me see my mates.” “Yeah, your mates,” he said with a half-smile. “Four guys hopelessly in love with you.” I glared at him, but didn’t bother denying it. He leaned back in the chair, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m going to talk to them. Hayden, Zion, all of them.”

“Then let the fox lead the flames.” And so, the family remained in the sanctuary with Neris and Joren, listening to stories, reading old tomes, and unsealing small vaults of lost knowledge. Together, they sparked something greater than vengeance. They rekindled hope. The Phoenix Clan had fallen in fire. Now, it would rise through it.

Phoenix Carlos AKA Nic is the most well off family of the three. He was the one who adopted his two friends Lucifer and Azza whenever they were evicted and ran away from their house. They came from a broken family, but Phoenix was the lucky one. The young man has his own house, in addition to his own studio. "How about you Az? Maybe you also want to live here? So we can easily compose a song?" courtesy of Phoenix.