Phoenix Queen Novels & Stories

Then someone asked, cautiously, "So… even I might be able to inherit the Phoenix legacy?" "Of course," I answered. Ignoring Seraphine's seething glare, I raised my voice. "The Phoenix Court will hold a competition. Whoever wins by strength alone shall be the next leader." A cheer erupted across the courtyard. Only Father and Seraphine stood pale-faced, their carefully built illusions unraveling. That night, Franz clung to me as usual. "Althea…" He nuzzled his head into my chest like he could never get enough. I sighed, reaching out to pull him closer. But just then, the world tilted.

Today was awfully quiet, Priscilla probably out of guilt kept a safe distance from me and I couldn't have it any other way. There was a new woman in the kitchen, replacing Godmother. Apparently Godmother had found her mate and the moon goddess had punished her with the one type she hated the most. An omega. A rogue had been taken in by one of the packs and he had come to the ceremony to experience what the ceremony felt like and it turned out to be her mate. The excited wolf had screamed it out with happiness. “Christina, can we please talk?”

She exclaimed with excitement as I gave her a toothy grin. Gesturing toward the individuals on the ground I shook my head and told her that I didn't want anyone worshipping me. “The Moon Goddess is our deity,” I asserted firmly and the woman smiled widely before clapping her hands and telling everyone to back off. Wisdom then quickly poked my skin with a pin and tasted my blood while I said, “Ouch.” I eyed her incredulously when she glanced back at me with a confused scowl. “You have Phoenix blood and yet are also the Sacred Shewolf. This is very confusing since you are both unique creatures combined into one,” she said breathlessly before she lowered herself in front of me.

With an extra pep in my step, I begin my trek to a little boutique not too far from here. You see, today is Isolde’s 351st birthday. She thinks I don’t know, but I was able to get it out of Alaric. I haven’t brought it up and neither has she. For all I know she’s probably forgotten. I know she said she doesn’t celebrate it, but since her family were killed she’s had no one to celebrate it with or anyone to do anything for her on her birthday. That’s all about to change. Today I want her to feel like a queen. I want her to feel so deliriously happy today that she forgets all her problems. I just want her to have one good birthday for a change and after all her grieving lately, she needs some

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

Her eyes, burning with ancestral fire, locked onto his. “I am the Flamebearer of Saphiren. I have reclaimed what is mine. And you... will not touch my family again.” The ground split beneath her feet, casting the High Priest back with a shockwave of golden light. Phoenix glyphs seared the air, burning away the walls that fed on despair.

And decided there was no better way to serve her Queen and her friend, than to take her place. The Shadow cloaked round the houses and streets until she was stood atop a roof looking down at the crowded town and couldn't believe her eyes. There, standing atop a wooden platform was the Pheonix, Sephora Beltane, Queen of Igritann. Her eyes were glowing white orbs, her auburn hair blazed red, and from her back...

the woman said. The Phoenix floated with her wings on fire. Her eyes close but still radiating in power. She was enclosed in a circle with five points on the proportional circumference. The points were empty. It looked like a stadium where the only present was the floating Phoenix and a platform for a visitor to stand on. George Luna, Hybrid, bowed in front of the Phoenix. “Stand,” the Phoenix commanded though her lips were not moving and her eyes were shut. Luna stood, “Your Royalty, it’s about time.”

His voice was low, yet it carried an authority that was impossible to disobey. Phoenix pouted unhappily. “You’re such a boring fellow, Merlin.” She crossed her arms like a child who had been wronged. “I was only trying to have a little fun. Besides, with the tickets we’ve already collected—and the ones from these dead idiots—I doubt any other group can even compete with us.” Her expression looked pitiful and aggrieved. Phoenix possessed a naturally fragile and delicate appearance that could easily deceive people unfamiliar with her personality. She looked like a harmless beauty being bullied unfairly by the world.

Sophia Phoenix, heiress of the Phoenix family—one of the wealthiest families in the country—sat like a queen in her swivel chair inside the expansive conference room. Her beautifully pink-painted fingernails repeatedly brushed the soft strands of her luscious ebony black hair as she eyed the door nervously. Philip Phoenix, her husband, a business magnate and owner of Phoenix, the most valuable car company in the world, sat beside her. She and Philip had been together for twenty-four years, the same age their daughter would be if she were still alive.