Phoenix Rising Novel Novels & Stories

We were halfway across the yard when he said it. “You know, Brenna—” I stopped walking. Turned to face him. “Phoenix,” I said, voice low but firm. “I prefer Phoenix.” He blinked, surprised. “Sorry. I didn’t mean—” “I know,” I said, eyes locked on his. “But Brenna sounds like you forgot who I am. Phoenix is who I became.” He smiled, slow and wicked. “I like your territorial side.” I rolled my eyes, but my lips tugged into a grin. “It’s not territorial. It’s truth.”

I laughed out loud. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks. I wept for the utter absurdity of my past life. For how much I had given, and how little it had ever been worth. "Never would've what?" I said. "Never would've driven an arrow straight through my heart for Seraphine's sake? "Nyxar, didn't I ever tell you? Yes. I could never be the heir of the Phoenix Court. But if you had truly devoted yourself to me, if you had been mine in soul and will, when I ascended, you would've become a true dragon.

A storm was beginning again and Phoenix’s hair was rising off her shoulders, revealing the dragon tattoo on her pale skin. “I longed for love. I longed for a home, I loved to be accepted,” her voice was rising and it was tinged with anger. “I begged for these things and got nothing in return and when I finally had it, at what cost?!” her hand came to her belly and she squeezed. Within the anger in her red eyes, Maggie saw something else. Suddenly the storm stopped almost as soon as it started and Phoenix’s eyes were back to normal. She glanced down at the crushed bodies of the slaves. “Everything comes at a price.”

The converted monastery sat high in the hills of northern Italy, all stone walls and arched windows, the kind of place that smelled like centuries of silence and slow healing. Phoenix Rising. Lily had picked the name the day they drove past it, her voice soft but sure. “We’re rising from the ashes. Not hiding in them.”

All phoenixes in the world including those who rebelled against the king’s rule burnt to ashes and died when the rays of the midnight sun fell to the earth. Ryan is the only son of Gabriel McFlame. Till this day, it remains a mystery to all how Ryan and the five others didn’t go down with the rest. So practically, Ryan and his league are the last phoenixes in this world. They lived in the hot and dusty deserts.

All of you are part of my growing and learning process, and I have no words to express my gratitude for your presence in my life. That's why I decided to add a couple of bonus chapters for all of you that enjoyed this love story. One more chance to get engrossed with Elizabeth and Henry… And also, I wanted to introduce you to a new story that will soon be available on GoodNovel. 'Rise of the Phoenix' will be focused on Sarah as a character that never got too much attention but deserved it so very much since her life story is anything but usual. Stick around to find out what destiny has up her sleeve for Sarah.

"Circa two hundred years old, written before the bloodline was believed extinct." He opened it carefully, pages yellowed and brittle, and began reading aloud passages he'd already marked. "Phoenix power manifests in stages, typically triggered by significant emotional extremity or physical crisis. Early manifestations often present as elevated body temperature, accelerated healing, and localized warmth concentrated near the heart." "That matches everything I've experienced."

She must have read those in the tabloid. “He was a playboy. I met him and Abby, his wife. He’s Phoenix and Hawk's cousin from his mother's side. His Mom is Williams.” “And what Phoenix is doing here if he is from a rich family?” “They have a home here in Ravenwood. He moved to New York when his parents divorced.” My phone rings. It’s Phoenix. I can’t help but smile. God, I missed him already. “Hey, just landed a few minutes ago. How’s your mom?”

She was a very perceptive woman and knew the girl was as broken hearted as she was determined. Bree’s work wasn’t completely fruitless. She had focused her efforts on the process of phoenix rebirthing and the first few books were always the same. Young phoenixes take about a day to rise from the ashes, whereas after maturity it could be done in a couple of hours. Nothing there soothed her heart, so she kept digging. The first piece of information that caused her to hold her breath in anticipation came from a book on war strategy. Lady Cassie had must have smuggled the book inside her already large pile, because it was far from the magical beings’ catalogs Bree was looking for at first.

Ava closed her eyes, the image of the phoenix rising from the ashes flashing across her mind. Project Phoenix might have risen from the shadows, but she and Jackson, like mythical phoenixes themselves, were ready to rise from the ashes of their own lives and fight for what was right.