Phoenix Nirvana Novels & Stories

Phoenix nodded negatively, running her hands through her hair. " Please don't make me do this, please " " Five... " Four... " Three... " Two... " On..." " Please let Axion go and take my baby instead! " Phoenix blurted out immediately and the Devil smirked in satisfaction. That was what he wanted. " Good choice, Phoenix...good choice " Phoenix slumped to the floor and broke down in uncontrollable tears. She hated herself! How could she give up her baby that easily? What type of a human and mother is she?...

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."

she immediately flipped the page to the second song as her nose cringed at those sappy words. Phoenix was very known as a genius ballad composer. His songs were all heartwarming that can make you cry even when you're happy as you listen and understand the lyrics as well, as listening to its melody never fail to soothes one's soul and captures one's heart. Unfortunately, that's not what she's looking for their project. Bammie's image carried positivity and optimism. She didn't think her fans are ready for her dark side yet, but still, she wanted her best friend to try something new. And that something new she's talking about was loud and cheerful, just good vibe kind of song to which Phoenix

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.