Phoenix Princess Novels & Stories

“Yeah, it's very obvious since you are so noisy. And the height said another handsome man butted in. I almost laughed, because she’s true. It seems that Phoenix is the shortest one here…well, almost at the same height as Theon but he Phoenix rolled his eyes, “Shut up, man. And me and my wife here Sereia owns some land properties and a farm at Gensan. I also am a great photographer.” I nodded, remembering how Matheo owes him money. “Tell your brother to pay his debt. That has been for a year now and I can't contact him. That bastard must have run off with my money now.” He told Theon and Theon nodded. “Don’t worry, he’ll surely pay,” Theon reassured him. “Man, I still couldn't differentiate y

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

Miya examined me, and then the phoenix as if we were some hints left on a murder site. “It could be that, but I think that’s not the case here.” She snapped her finger as if she had solved the mystery. “The baby phoenix has bonded with princess Diana. It thinks she is its mother. Yes, that should be it!” Miya said. “What makes you say that?” Zephyr asked.

I explained. The general stayed quiet for a few seconds, then said "She's too quick witted, not to be up to something. You just haven't noticed it. Be alert. I know her. She may be picking up a spoon, and that may be a signal to someone." I just nodded my head. He walked away and i went back to my post only to see the princess out of her room and peeking through the door. "Where did you go?" She asked. "To the bathroom, My Princess." I answered

I shake my head while watching in complete shock and awe at what Phoenix is capable of. “No Papa! She is mine! She tried to take my Gunnar! She almost killed my Kitty and my Daddy twying to kill my Mumma Raben!” Phoenix’s furious scream nearly sounds demonic when she reaches Valery who screams in pain. Looking closer I can see her skin is burning from the heat radiating from Phoenix, making her name all the mor appropriate. She has risen from the ashes, literally, and is burning so hot she scorches the ground beneath her.

The he dropped his hands, and placed his finger under his chin once more in that exaggerated thinking gesture. “Except maybe praying to Titania.” He added after some thought. “Titania?” Phoenix asked. I was surprised at his question. I had asked Oisin a similar question myself and he told me she was a goddess honored by the Fae. That showed that Phoenix didn’t know as much about the Fae as I had suspected at first. “She is the goddess of the stars.” He explained. Phoenix nodded as if this made perfect sense. “And she saved you?” He asked.

He caught her eye across the facility and gave her a small nod, nothing that would draw attention, just enough to say he had seen her and she was not entirely alone in the room. Beside the equipment rack stood a woman Sierra had not encountered before. Phoenix. She had heard the name in corridor whispers, always with a particular quality of respect that the fighters reserved for very few of their own. At twenty-eight, Phoenix was compact and dark-haired, with the kind of build that suggested speed over power and eyes the color of strong tea that were currently conducting the same assessment of Sierra that Sierra was conducting of her. A scar ran from her left temple to the corner of her mout

I hurry up to the door, but t my shock it’s not Amy who’s in my doorstep. It’s Phoenix with wide eyes, checking up on me from head to toe. He’s wearing a dark blue button-down shirt and dark pants. “What are you doing here, Phoenix? I was expecting Amy and not you.” He furrows his brows, swallows, and licks his lips. My mind goes back to my conversation with Amy if he’s good with his tongue. Crap! Bad influence Amy. He blinks. “Um, yeah. Sorry to disappoint you, Princess, but she called me about thirty minutes ago that she couldn’t come. She had a flat tire and would take a cab to the club.”

Peach happily sing while walking with Prince Caspian. While the two of them is in the garden Prince Caspian ask her a question. "Which Princess do you like the most?" Little Peach smile widely and answer. "Anastasia!" Anastasia is a Princess who lost her memories. But still, Peach love her. Prince Caspian pick a yellow flower and give it to her. Peach blush. "This is for you. Princess Anastasia's gown is color yellow. And yellos suit you." Peach shyly put a strand of her hair behind her ears before accepting the flower.

Phoenix turned to me, “Selene, you are now queen of the vampires, soon to be queen of the witches and wizards as well.” “You are also the queen of the werewolves.” Chris chimed in. I turned and stared at him for a moment, everyone bowed their heads to me, “For your safety and for everyone else’s safety, we’re all going to Scotland.” Phoenix said, “Why Scotland?” I asked, he rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s because of something Mara said.” I replied, which had me curious and confused; he sighed and cupped the side of my face, “She said you had purple eyes when you had your hand around her throat.”