Phoenix Princess Novels & Stories

"Is that so? so you can't see me? even though I'm right in front of the window!" "Wi ... window?" Princess Rosalia immediately opened the window that was right beside her. When the window opened, a phoenix with golden feathers flew away towards the sky that was getting reddish. Princess Rosalia was stunned, seeing a bird that she had never seen before. "That bird? how beautiful ..." "Princess, what are you doing here?" asked Nathania who walked through the hallway that she used to pass every day. Princess Rosalia immediately turned her head and was forced to pass through the beauty of the phoenix flying into the sky. Seeing Nathania's face, Princess Rosalia was very nervous when she realized

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.

"Althea... what did you do to Father?" I withdrew my healing hand from Franz and rose slowly to my feet. "A hundred years ago, my mother gave her life for the Phoenix Court," I said. "In gratitude, the clan's guardian spirit granted a blessing. "I, Althea, Second Princess of the Phoenix Court, was given the right to name the next heir. And anyone who dares to harm me will suffer the wrath of heaven. Those who harbor ill intent toward me will never become the successor. Not in this life, or the next."

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace and the phoenix tattoo on her wrist that marked her rebirth. Rafael's intake of breath was audible. "Jesus, Natalie. You're..." "What?" "Perfect." He traced the tattoo with one finger, his touch feather-light. "This is beautiful. What does it mean?" The question hit her like a physical blow. The phoenix was everything—her death, her rebirth, her transformation from victim to avenger. It was the symbol of rising from ashes, of becoming something stronger and more dangerous than what came before. But she couldn't tell him that. So she gave him a version of the truth instead.

Annie stood like a guard by the tall window in her room. The moon in the sky looked like a shiny silver coin. Its pale light made her face look bright and dark in places, showing how smart she was, now that her eyes were squinted as she thought. She hadn't been able to sleep well since Isla and Prince Caius came back. The prince was polite but in a way that hid something Annie felt was very wrong. Isla's eyes were puffy and red from crying. Annie knew something bad had happened when they were out.

The drive to the restaurant was quiet, the city lights blurring past us like ghosts of memory. When we arrived, the scent of roses and the soft hum of piano music wrapped around me. It was one of my favorite places a hotel I’d visited with my parents before the accident. Every corner whispered their laughter, their love, their absence. He pulled out a chair for me, just as he always did. “So,” he began, his tone lighter now, “what’s your plan for Christmas vacation, Princess?” I twirled my fork slowly, pretending to think. “I want to go to Paris , Daddy for Christmas and my…” I let the words hang, glancing up at him through my lashes, waiting to see if he would remember.

I budged but it didn't do anything. "You are not going there without a plan. We don't even know what she looks like." He said. He does have a point, going there without a plan is suicide. "You don't need to do this." The young boy said. "Kid, the princess of the clan is as important as an elder. The princess keeps the balance of each clan, you guys need her." Zale explained. Zale is smart, good-looking, a little bit innocent, and is kind. Thank goodness he is like this because I have no patience to explain these kinds of things. He is also explaining to the children that I am in a bad mood because of the story they told us. "Anyways, do you kids know what she looks like? Or what her name is?

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

I meant the kick I gave to him earlier. " Adam go strain her and part her from him, specially her legs and , Hany go kill him at once "he said the warrior stood up sighing from his aching wound yet he Ironically said " ha kill who, me , and part us , the faithful lovers , how evil!?" Hany , the young soldiers was about to attack when he stopped him " wait , just for the memory which princess is she exactly " Hany said while laughing " she is the princess Muons , the darkened King's fiancé , didn't you know"