Phoenix Phire 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

I smirked, placing my hands on my hips, “They’re mates.” I told him; Phoenix turned his attention back to me, clearly surprised, “Well then, okay.” He thought for a moment, “Do you have a mate?” I was curious by his question, but answered honestly, “No, I don’t.” He nodded his head lightly at my answer, then dad came over to us, “Phoenix, you look well.” Dad told him, “Are you ready to discuss the alliance?” Phoenix nodded, “Thank you, your majesty, and yes, I am.” He smiled at me as he followed my father to the office.

The eagle replied. " You think? " Phoenix asked, looking at it. " I know. Take a look at yourself for example. Others think you're a filthy stripper but I know that deep down you're far from that. You aren't a stripper by choice but by circumstances but you are a real Phoenix by heart " The eagle replied and a broad smile slowly crept up Phoenix's lips. " You're the first thing that has ever said something like this to me Mr. Eagle " She said. " What's your name anyway? " She asked.

"It hurts. Gods it hurts so much." "I know baby," I said. "But you have to hold on. Just a little longer." Phoenix's connection to reality began slipping. He phased in and out of existence. One moment solid and the next transparent as glass. "Phoenix stay with us," Jamie commanded. "Focus on my voice. You are real. You exist. Hold onto that." Zenith phased uncontrollably between dimensions. His body flickered like a dying light. "I cannot control it. I am losing myself."

We were halfway across the yard when he said it. “You know, Brenna—” I stopped walking. Turned to face him. “Phoenix,” I said, voice low but firm. “I prefer Phoenix.” He blinked, surprised. “Sorry. I didn’t mean—” “I know,” I said, eyes locked on his. “But Brenna sounds like you forgot who I am. Phoenix is who I became.” He smiled, slow and wicked. “I like your territorial side.” I rolled my eyes, but my lips tugged into a grin. “It’s not territorial. It’s truth.”

"That's impossible. He's dead. He died ten years ago." But I recognized him from the portraits lining the sanctuary's halls. Cassia's son. Kira's older brother. Marcus Phoenix's first attempt at creating a phoenix-wolf hybrid through torture instead of birth. "Cyrus," Marcus Phoenix breathed, and for the first time since I'd met him, he looked truly broken. The Shadow Walkers were using him like a living key, his corrupted phoenix fire eating through the sanctuary's wards from the inside out. Every scream that tore from his throat took another layer of protection with it.

After a few minutes, the waiter returned with their order. "Thank you!" Phoenix smiled at the waiter before giving Dex back her full attention. She knew that the spies were listening to their conversation, so she decided to give them an ear load of information to work with. Phoenix made Dex talk about his line of work, his motivation and other general topics. She also disclosed more about Blake Teagon and the fact that she just got a job as a junior software engineer in a reputable company. "How about we celebrate your new job?" Dex asked as earlier planned.

A strong warrior, gifted in diplomacy, negotiation, and oration—and just a good fucking guy. But this? This mission is going to test him on everything he’s ever learned. And if he gets it wrong? It could cost him his life. While I start the marinade, Sebastián pulls out the ingredients for the individual chocolate lava cakes he and Lily perfected when he was a kid. We work in silence for a few minutes before I ask, “So, tell me about your partner.” “Phoenix. He’s a warrior from the Mother Coven. Most of his powers are fireballs and electrical shocks,” he says. “I didn’t really get to talk to him—too much buffing, cutting, and shining today.”

We’re all ultra aware of it as we fight. They don’t seem to be as strong as Emery is which is a good thing because there’s more of them than there are of us. Phillip and Phoenix make a great team, they’re born fighters and with Phoenix’s ability they are able to render the people unconscious pretty fast. If anyone has any damage then I come to heal them. It’s times like this though that I’m grateful that I have learned how to fight because I don’t want to be just another pretty thing on the side.

The zipper slid down smoothly, revealing the evidence of his arousal that strained against the fabric of his boxers. As he freed his cock from its confinement, Astrid's eyes widened in awe, fixated on the tantalizing sight before her. Phoenix's massive member, slightly dark brown in hue, stood proudly, glistening with beads of pre-cum that adorned its pinkish engorged head. Phoenix's cock measured 8.7 inches (22.1 cm) in length and boasted a girth of 6.25 inches (15.88 cm), slightly larger than Dexter's. His shaft's distinct downward curve, at about a 14-degree angle, enhanced its visual appeal.