Phoenix Phire Novels & Stories

Maya's phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number. She opened it. A video. It showed a woman sitting in a dark room. Catherine Wei. She was speaking directly to the camera. "Hello, Maya," she said. "I am Catherine Wei. I lead the Phoenix. James Chen was useful, but he was always disposable. You have him now. You have his confession. Congratulations." She smiled. "But understand something. The Phoenix is not organized crime. It is not a criminal enterprise. It is evolution. It is the natural order. The strong survive. The weak do not. We simply help that process along."

CELINE POV - Courtney’s eyeballs almost popped out from the way her eyes were wide open. “Like a time bomb.” I continued. “Hendrix told me there’s a bomb like–” “Are you talking Hendrix Morgan?” “Yes. Do you know him?” “Who wouldn’t know him? A hot bachelor from San Diego. Handsome and smart. He’s a dream man,” Courtney said with a thrill. “Except for that, he’s also known in the underground world.” Her voice became serious. “He’s the next boss of the Phoenix organization. Many people are also afraid of him. He may be a calm person like an ocean but, when he retaliates he is like a snake that will bite you. You don’t realize he’s retaliating, and he’s already bringing you down. Just like the

I said. “About that…I am the key keeper of the gates of the heavens. I actually am friends with Zephyrine’s father, the God of the Wind and Guardian of the Gate of heavens. Since Zephyrine’s mother, my sister, died I’ve taken her as my own.” He explained. Oh, so he isn’t a beast-man.

"Clan Phoenix God's… temporary inclusion benefits.. We are offering a profit share of 10% to the party of 4, with one scout and one tank and an assassin, at least. The tank must be the Solar Plexus elite. Whereas 4% profit share to individual assassins. We will also temporarily sponsor weapons to every member. Only 9 spots available." "Holy hell… they are willing to sponsor us with weapons too..." "Haha… now that's what I call a real deal…" "Our party doesn't have a solar plexus elite tank… but we do have solar plexus Archer…what a shitty luck.." "Crap! This is the tie breaker… Any tank here who wants to party with me? I'm going for Phoenix God's." Soon another ringing voice created the ripp

"Sit." I remained standing, clutching my portfolio like a shield. "I prefer to stand." A small, dangerous smile touched his lips. "Still defiant. I like that about PhoenixRising." The use of my gaming handle—the name I had whispered to him in the dark, the identity we had shared for three years—felt like a caress and a slap all at once. "We should keep this professional," I said, lifting my chin. "I'm here as the lead contractor for Project Aether."

Pipes groaned overhead with the weight of machines failing and restarting in a chaotic rhythm. When we reached the landing, a faint alarm hummed in the distance. “Security grid is rebooting,” Phoenix said, glancing at a flickering console. “That buys us time. Cameras will stay offline until the reset finishes.” Damien rubbed a hand over his face. “He really built all this just to—what—create an army out of people like you?” Phoenix turned to him sharply. “I am not like her.” He blinked. “That’s not what I meant.”

he shot me another wink. “Ok enough,” I snapped, annoyed by this back and forth conversation already, “you’re not helping things Connor so just spit it out.” “There she is,” Connor mused, “glad to see these boys haven’t stripped the feisty streak from you,” he placed his hands in his pocket, “I’m a Phoenix, Doll.” “Bullshit,” Alaric snapped. “There hasn’t been a documented Phoenix in…” Xander was trying to think. “Seven hundred years?” Connor mused, “Nine hundred? Both of which would still have been me,” he took his hand out of his pocket and placed it palms up before a fireball formed perfectly inside of it.

I decided to make my grand entrance. I removed my helmet and there were several shocked gasps and so on. "My Name is Samantha Emilia Parker; I am the Clan Leader of the Rainbow Phoenix Clan." After saying those words, I knew this would be fun. "H... how, wh..when, did you become a Phoenix? We looked for you everywhere, but you were nowhere to be found." Aiden asked instead of Matthew, too shocked to register that I was in front of them.

"Circa two hundred years old, written before the bloodline was believed extinct." He opened it carefully, pages yellowed and brittle, and began reading aloud passages he'd already marked. "Phoenix power manifests in stages, typically triggered by significant emotional extremity or physical crisis. Early manifestations often present as elevated body temperature, accelerated healing, and localized warmth concentrated near the heart." "That matches everything I've experienced."

, she answers. “I was just reading about that.”, I state. “Who are you? You have the aura of an ice and fire phoenix along with the marks you have.”, she asks then says. “I’m Raina Phoenix; I’ve recently been showing signs of being an ice/ fire phoenix because my daughter was in danger.”, I answered her. “What do you mean?”