Phoenix Rising Novel Novels & Stories

"Sometimes, they're not quick enough. By then it's beyond our control to do anything. Subsequently, we end up losing that person." "I'm taking this has happened before?" I knew I wouldn't like the answer but nevertheless, I carried on, if it was regarding my life and wellbeing I had the right to hear all the gruesome details. He nodded. "Unfortunately, yes." "These tests, how do they work?" "They strap you up to this piece of machinery called the Phoenix. You relive through every aspect of your life, all your memories from the start of your life to currently. I've been told everything going by in a flash but for you, all the memories weigh down on you, and the pressure from the machine, that

(Five years later) Lyra’s POV I leaned against the dark tinted window of my limousine as it drove past the City. My reflection stared back at me, my face covered with a Phoenix shaped mask that only allowed my eyes and mouth to be seen, it was my Trademark. The world now knew me as The Phoenix, the name wasn't just branding. It was my story. I had risen from destruction, rebuilt by hands that should never have held me together, and now the very fire that consumed me was now my fuel and weapon.

I’d learned that the hard way. As I scrubbed, I imagined a life where I wasn’t invisible. A life where I wasn’t the target of everyone’s hatred and disdain. Somewhere deep inside me, a spring of determination began to expand. I didn’t know how, and I didn’t know when, but one day, I would escape this prison. One day, I would rise above all of them: Eleanor, Bianca, Lila, Isla, and even my father. But for now, all I could do was survive.

“Then let the fox lead the flames.” And so, the family remained in the sanctuary with Neris and Joren, listening to stories, reading old tomes, and unsealing small vaults of lost knowledge. Together, they sparked something greater than vengeance. They rekindled hope. The Phoenix Clan had fallen in fire. Now, it would rise through it.

"As long as you need. But make it hurt. Make her suffer. Make her wish she'd never learned her own name." "Consider it done." The first Phoenix burned. The second Phoenix fell. But the third Phoenix? She was just beginning to rise.

I was slightly taken aback by his outburst. “Oh my God, Justice! You stare at me way too much, it’s uncomfortable. Your gaze is too keen, too interested. You’re way too concerned about my well being and that irks me. I am grateful for the help that you gave me earlier when I needed a place to shower and I am grateful for the fact that I don’t have to share a room with a total stranger and a bathroom with three others, but I just need a little bit of space from your constantly ogling me like you’re trying to figure something out!” Phoenix was breathing hard now, and still looking at anywhere but me. He was sick of me, I knew that much, but from how he refused to look at me, I could tell that

It was destroyed because Phoenix killed himself in that world, making the world turn to dust. Especially just like in a novel, we and Phoenix are the protagonists. If the two of us die, the novel will end. Just like in that world, when I died, the world was barely hanging but when Phoenix died, the world turned to dust until there was no living being anymore. I raised my head to look up at Phoenix who was also looking back at me. I looked at him with worry as I softly asked. “Did it hurt?”

And the Phoenix Pact burned bright. It was not the end. It was the beginning. A blaze that would keep rising. In every town. In every voice. In every girl who dared to speak.

"What has this got anything to do with me?" Chase could not understand the woman in front of him. Why would she say all these in the arena? "Before that, allow me to share a secret with you. The male and female phoenixes were supposed to be one." Chase was about to say something when Yara interrupted him, "The Rising of the Phoenix is not only about enhancing power after rebirth; it's a process of a male turning into a female and vice versa.

Phoenix stood nearby, arms crossed, eyes glinting with something unreadable. “You look beautiful,” he added as he walked over to take his seat. Heat rushed to my face. Did he watch the display just now? “Thank you.” I took my seat quickly. “I… I’m grateful,” I said, glancing at him. “I didn’t think you’d actually bring him.” “You made one request,” Phoenix replied calmly. “I would’ve fulfilled it no matter what.” I stared at him. Maybe Phoenix wasn’t as heartless as I’d thought. Maybe he was a good person, trapped in a family that believed themselves superior to every other race. Born into cruelty. Raised in it. Did that excuse it? I didn’t know.