Phoenix Pirate Novels & Stories

When I squinted against the sunlight, I could just make out the forms of a cluster of people stood by the edge of the forest. I jogged closer, and was relieved to see that at the front of the group was Phoenix, the leader of the Salmon tribe. They were striking, with long, braided hair that hung well down their back. Their eyes were wide, and a glossy, deep, dark blue, that looked mystical; as though Phoenix was always thinking of something mysterious, and far too intellectual for anyone else to understand. I’d met Phoenix a handful of times, and they had always been ineffably kind to me. Once, they’d explained their gender to me, with great pride in their identity.

I smile, throwing my shoulders back. Three of them burst into fits of laughter, whilst Maddox stares at me with a strange look in his eyes, one I didn’t even want to decipher, I had boiled it down to either sex or murder, neither of which I would appreciate. I should have known they would find it hard to believe, their hadn’t been a Phoenix sighting in many years, the last one when I was only a child and I didn’t know to hide what I was. But I didn’t know if they knew about that.

I think ten people will fit just in case anyone else wants to ride. "I'll take the wheel. Get in and we'll chase them, sir." He said that's why I got on the boat and sat on a wooden chair that is connected to the two sides of the boat. This boat is very appealing. I can't help but to get one once everything will be fine. "What's your name?" I asked to the man. "I am Phoenix, sir." He answered. I will remember his name. He already has a position inside my company.

she says softly, watching me with eyes that seem to see beyond what I’m saying. I take a slow sip from the water; it is cool and easing the dryness in my throat, and I try again. “My name is Phoenix,” I managed to say as I struggled to find my voice, but it was still low and almost inaudible. I still feel relieved, but it’s short-lived. Alpha Talon’s expression becomes hard; his gaze narrows slightly as he processes what I just said. “Phoenix, What pack are you from? And why did you become a rogue?” His question hit hard and it came quickly, leaving me struggling to keep up.

STORM. Phoenix fire was unlike any other flame. It did not feed on oxygen or fuel. It fed on emotions. More specifically, it fed on pain. And pain? Pain had teeth. Had a voice that knew your name. It could lock a person in place like rusted iron driven through bone. Stole air from their lungs. Pain convinced them they would never be whole again, that the shattered pieces of who they'd been could never be reassembled into anything worth saving.

After all, he is the Lycan King and rules over the wolves too. “The Phoenix Kingdom will have a pack. It will be called The Phoenix Moon Pack. Wesley doesn’t know this. But with your blessing, I want him to be the alpha of that pack. We have just shy of a thousand wolves in the kingdom. I would like them to be an official pack.” I say and wait for him to erupt and disagree.

Even Tyler's hired guns shiver in fear if they hear that name. "Oh, I see that you have heard of the Don of Townsville. Well, take a good look. This man beside me... that's the Don of Townsville. I work for him; and happily so. The people surrounding you right now? That's the team supporting him. We... are the Phoenix! Mafia!" declared Esther.

She managed to ask her. Lizeth was their other close friend, who is more closer to Phoenix than Isis. She used to be a stripper alongside Phoenix in the club back in the days, which made both of them very close. But suddenly, Isis came in the picture and convinced Pheonix to stop the dirty job of hers. Phoenix was able to heed to her reluctantly and searched for a job. Luckily for her, she was a very smart lady, so she was able to get a job quite easily. So, she quit being a stripper at the club.

"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.

Then, they have to move faster. The three Phoenixes are so powerful. They never let any monsters to escape. We are crossing the Atlantic Ocean but the water couldn't stop their fire. As if it's eternal. Wait! According to the tales I read when I was young, Phoenix is an spirit beast, if so, do their fire is what they called, eternal fire?! Is it the fire that no one can kill?! As in, the fire that represents hell?! "Those wingless monsters can't cross the ocean. I think it's better if the Malemyns from Japan and India can deal with them." Jevro speaks.