Novel & Cerita Phoenix Rising Novel

The cage that trapped me for eight years had been reduced to nothing. Outside the window, I saw a bird spreading its wings and soaring into the vast sky, peaceful and carefree.

Oh God it’s the most unladylike sound I’ve ever made, and it just keeps coming. All of them are acting like animals, like the men in my favourite stories. Growly, protective, tender hearted, beasts. “Rose... what...” Phoenix looks from me to his brothers then back to me, probably trying to figure out what’s going on. He more than likely thinks I've lost my mind. “It’s you, all of you. You are just like the men in the books. Except...” I stop myself before saying the main characters in my books are far from virgins, but I don’t want to out Phoenix like that.

Atticus said, nodding. Phoenix studied her intently before sighing. “You’re my PA and housekeeper. I only need a PA for out-of-the-country trips. Most of the time, you’ll be helping around the house. Got it?” “Yes, Sir.” Phoenix headed toward the stairs, his cane tapping rhythmically with each step. “And don’t call me Sir. Call me Phoenix,” he said over his shoulder. “Yes, Sir—Phoenix,” Atticus corrected herself. She bit her lip as Phoenix disappeared upstairs. Phoenix. The name felt familiar on her lips as if she had said it many times before, though she couldn’t recall when or why.

“Alrighty then. Just take a seat and I’ll be right back with some designs.” Althea and I settle onto a sleek black couch while I take in the parlor’s atmosphere. The other artists work with practiced ease, their few clients either wincing slightly, chattering or staring into space as the needles glide over their respective skin. There’s something oddly peaceful about it—the way the buzzing and the quiet concentration merge into a steady rhythm. Bailey returns, flipping open a binder of custom designs. “So, what are you thinking, honey?” I glance at Althea before turning my gaze to the many artistic and creative designs on the pages but almost immediately, my gaze lands on the drawing of a ph

But even as the physical distance grew, she could feel it, the Grid, alive and awakening, its power flowing through the veins of the city like blood through a body. Two days until the launch ceremony. Two days until Rose and Herod made their final move. Two days until Camille would face her sister one last time. But tonight, for the first time, she wasn't afraid. Tonight, the Phoenix had risen from the ashes, and its wings were made of light.

She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall. Fueled by anger, the Phoenix flew directly into the red dragon, slicing his neck open. He tried to sink his teeth into her, and she kicked him with both feet. He quickly sunk his talon into her thigh, and she screeched in pain. The dragon hit her in the head with his powerful tail and knocked her out. Cyrus had her now, and he took off with her in his talons.

too excited to share his conclusions with Sarah, Luke never noticed that Sarah didn’t move from the place she stood when he came in. “And about that part ‘Rise of the Phoenix,’ that Celia connected with my full shifting… well, I think she was wrong. I think it had nothing to do with any physical transformation. Because you, Sarah, never gave up on me, and you put up with all my tantrums. You showed me I was wrong with my stupid prejudices and beliefs, and you were there for me while I learned to be a better man, a better version of myself. You gave me family and love and support…” when he put it like that, it made even more sense than what Celia said. “And I am about to give you one more thi

STORM. Phoenix fire was unlike any other flame. It did not feed on oxygen or fuel. It fed on emotions. More specifically, it fed on pain. And pain? Pain had teeth. Had a voice that knew your name. It could lock a person in place like rusted iron driven through bone. Stole air from their lungs. Pain convinced them they would never be whole again, that the shattered pieces of who they'd been could never be reassembled into anything worth saving.

The fragrance of herbs and incense filled my nostrils as Hella opened her wooden door. My eyes widened at the wall of shelves full of jars of numerous ingredients. “Have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” Hella said with a snicker. Making my way into her small living room I sat down on a velvet settee and waited for her to join me. Hella's joints popped as she sank beside me. “You have Phoenix blood and awakened it by being roasted I'm thinking,” she blurted with a toothy grin. Dumbfounded, I just stared at her.

After saying her prayers, she left the window side and tried reading some books to shift her mind off everything going on at that moment. She opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a book titled 'The Ascendants Of The White Phoenix.' It was a book about the creation of the white phoenix pack and the past Alphas who had ruled the pack. Vanessa was so invested in the book that it made her eyes glued to the pages of the book for hours.