Phoenix Queen Novels & Stories

The minimum standards were BMW and Mercedes-Benz. “Why are we here?” Philip asked in confusion. He raised his eyes and glanced at the tall building of the auction hall. The gilded characters spelling out ‘Phoenix Pavilion’ were very stylish. The entire three-story high building was made of wood. The ancient architecture with carved beams presented a very interesting flair. Melody said mischievously, “I heard that this Phoenix Pavilion will auction a very valuable treasure tonight. It was owned by a certain queen from the olden times. Why don't we go in and take a look?”

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.

Holiday season was fast approaching and her mother was the head of the women's association in their town. Phoenix always had the holiday spirit going, it was another way she could sign off huge chunks of royalty from her frugal mother. As long as it was the holidays, her mother was ready to empty her bank account so as not to appear like a Scrooge in front of those women. Keeping her position as the head of the women's association mattered a lot to her and Phoenix always helped her preserve that spot. She had a lot of rivals who were out to snatch that position away from her mother. One of whom was Eve.

Phoenix challenges. “Everyone,” she says simply. “This place runs too fast. Quin needs slowness. Breath. Life. Not teeth and patrol shifts. And she was practically presumed dead in the city. If she pops up alive without explanation, that becomes your problem too.” “She has a phone,” Alexander says. “She can explain herself.” “She doesn’t want to,” Queen Mother replies. “Excuse me?” Father exclaims. “You’re excused, Phoenix. Now, I need a verdict.” She states.

“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.

I raised my eyebrows when I saw her crossed her arms on her chest as I continue to talk with the Phoenix Queen. ‘Jealous?’ I tapped my chest. Why do I feel something warm inside here? Is it because I am a fire dragon? The Phoenix Queen was very enthusiastic in the conversation with me, and I could see that Crystal is becoming more annoyed with each passing second. “Phoenix Queen, let’s arrange a meeting with all the team members to talk more about the details of the investigation.” “That would be great.” She turned to Crystal, “Queen Fae, you’re free tomorrow, right?”

Sitting up abruptly, she scanned her surroundings, realizing she was in the altar of the Witch Queen Mother of the Ocean. "You're so lucky, Anne," the Queen Mother remarked, pouring a substance into a calabash. Anne turned around to see the Queen Mother behind her. The Queen Mother was a beautiful mermaid adorned with a golden crown atop her head and holding a golden scepter in her left hand. "All hail the Queen Mother," Anne said, bowing humbly. The Queen scoffed. "Not yet." Anne lowered her gaze, expressing her regret. "I am sorry this happened, Mother," she said humbly.

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.

The room fell quiet immediately, all eyes turning to him. “My pack,” Tariq began, his voice strong and commanding, “tonight, I introduce to you someone very special. Leah has been through much, and she has proven her strength time and again. She will be your Luna, your queen, and she will stand by my side as we lead the Fireblood pack into a new era.”

"Yes. Which means Phoenix is not only in Regent. They're in both firms." I couldn't get a word in at all before the roof door burst open. Charlotte marched in, laptop hidden beneath her jacket, Matteo behind her. “You two have to see this," she cried out, panting. Water remained on her screen from where she’d forgotten to wipe it clean. "Phoenix just posted a new file—pictures of you two on this very balcony during the gala. The date, time, everything is there and they captioned it, The Ice Queen Melts. It’s already trending."