Phoenix Princess Novels & Stories

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.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

her mother tried to persuade her, but Phoenix threw the fork away. "If that was the case, then cows and goats should have been the most beautiful models to do a ramp walk." It even made me laugh. I held my breath when Phoenix realized she wasn’t alone. I gulped when she looked at me for a second, and then what she did was least expected. I’ve never thought of that reaction. My entire world shook under my feet.

“I can’t give you much more time.” Glancing around the room, I clock the prisoners and who is getting a visitor. Every time I make a scan, my eyes go back to her. Phoenix Arizona. Daughter of Leo Arizona, the most powerful man in the world. You’d have to be living under a rock or be some boring investment banker to not know who she is. She’s the king's daughter, and the most powerful player in the game. One day she’ll be queen, but not until he hands over the crown.

Prince Phoenix observed. "I love these. Try some, they're very delicious." "Too sweet for me. I'll just drink the tea." "One biscuit will cause you no harm." She pressed on. With the way she looked at him, he was unable to refuse again. They were soon surrounded by a comfortable silence. The princess enjoyed her tea as it soothed her inside out. "The gardens here are serene and tranquil." Prince Phoenix said after a while. "Hmm. How was your day Pri-"

Nothing felt harmless tonight. Phoenix went first. She picked up a card and flipped it dramatically. “It’s gold!” she grinned. The room erupted. Theresa clapped once. “Truth question: are you in love with someone right now?” “Yes,” Phoenix said proudly. “I’m in love with myself.” The entire table burst into laughter. Kingsley laughed the hardest, pulling Phoenix closer and kissing the top of her head. Theresa shuffled the deck again. Another girl, the one Isabella barely knew, reached forward and flipped her card.

Her carriage was made of living wood, its branches twisted into delicate shapes that moved like breathing limbs. Whispers of “beauty,” “mystic,” and “ageless” followed her. Lastly, the sky seemed to shimmer with embers as Lystrielle, Phoenix Princess of Embercrest, appeared at the top of the steps. Her gown burned in shades of gold, scarlet, and ember. Her eyes were fierce, lips pressed in quiet determination. With every step, the hem of her dress seemed to smoke, as if fire clung to her. Her carriage was shaped like a soaring phoenix, flame designs carved deep into its sides.

This fact surprised many, and the dowager of the Prime Minister's residence had taken a particular interest in bringing her to the banquet, indicating her high regard for the third princess. Luna, Melody, and Lyly had already arrived earlier. Upon seeing Luna Sandra, they hurried over to greet her, ignoring Emma. Emma didn't seem to mind, her eyes wandering across the gathering. This outdoor banquet was set amid the garden, where fresh blooms enveloped the surroundings. The blossoms were exquisitely charming and delightful, their petals resembling strokes of a master painter's brush. They adorned the garden like a tapestry of colors, claiming the essence of spring. A grand carpet embroidered

“Of course. She enjoyed today, right Sereia?” I nodded, “Yes, thank you for letting me enjoy today, Maria.” “You’re welcome!” She exclaimed happily. “A friend of Phoenix is also a friend of mine.” Saying our goodbyes to her and the little children who were now out of their hiding spots, Phoenix then guided me to where he parked his car. I stared at it, now noticing something. It’s a vintage-style country car. It looks very old and almost like it's broken. I raised my eyebrows at him, “Are you sure it's your car?” It seems unbelievable for a billionaire to drive it around. Considering his rich and famous, I really hadn't expected this.

The crowd was awed by the sight as well. “Your princess is a Phoenix. This is how she represents happiness,” Corithias explained. The people were awed by their magnificent Phoenix princess. “If you will excuse us, we have important matters to discuss,” Corithias told them as they went inside with Firait.