Phoenix Rising Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Actually, we had been placed at the bottom of all the beast clans because the beastkin regarded us as the faded Peacock Clan. What they didn’t know was that we were, in fact, the Phoenix Clan. We had no interest in the competition, so we sealed our noble bloodline and remained hidden. We phoenixes have always kept a low profile, earning our wealth through diamonds and the trade of enchanted goods—unlike the other clans, who rely on power and politics. If the clans were ranked by wealth, we would confidently claim first place.” "Our people pursue ascension. Most of our wealth goes toward cultivating and refining spiritual medicine. This world’s resources are limited. We have no interest in s

This was the first time she was turning into a Phoenix and it felt good. It all happened suddenly, as she became weak. And soon she was on the ground, her body took weak to stand. She saw a kindly figure as her sight became a blur. She drifted into consciousness as she felt hands on her feathers. Sam Gunnigham He knew he was watched but never expected it to be the Phoenix. He saw as she took off, and he knew a Phoenix when saw one. He scratched his head as he grunted in frustration. "Why was the Phoenix spying on him?"

I shake my head while watching in complete shock and awe at what Phoenix is capable of. “No Papa! She is mine! She tried to take my Gunnar! She almost killed my Kitty and my Daddy twying to kill my Mumma Raben!” Phoenix’s furious scream nearly sounds demonic when she reaches Valery who screams in pain. Looking closer I can see her skin is burning from the heat radiating from Phoenix, making her name all the mor appropriate. She has risen from the ashes, literally, and is burning so hot she scorches the ground beneath her.

I wanted Jace to die, simply just die. I looked at the name badge. The guy must have dropped it, and there was his name on it. It said Hardie, who I’ve no idea about. My face was cocked towards them, and at that moment, I felt someone come out of the room. I didn’t realize I was sitting next to the Rising Phoenix room. From the corners of my eyes, I noticed that it didn’t look like a human. I slowly swirled my neck, and my whole body felt goosebumps. My heart dropped to its lowest beat, and my eyes jumped out of their sockets at the thing before them.

I chuckled. She tilted her head and said, “I have heard of this somewhere before.” Thinking for a while, she said, “Right, it’s Phoenix. I remember that Phoenix said something like this in the preface of her novel. She said that she would not add any useless plots to her works. She would not create unnecessary misunderstandings to extend the story. And she would never compose any scene in which the protagonists refused to make themselves clear by several words when they can.” “You remember it so clearly,” I said.

I killed him, I killed Levi Rutherford, I cut the cage he built for me and became a free bird… Or maybe, I cut his wings to fly higher, faster… away from him. So, why am I crying now? Why did things have to turn out this ugly? Why is my heart not beating or why does it feel like someone is stomping on it? I gulped as I saw the distance between us increase, Phoenix started the car nonetheless and I saw Luther’s body lying on the ground, we scratched into his jeep while escaping and the inches became meters and miles and so on. Little to nothing left with me. “Here… your diary!” Phoenix and Aiden changed their seats and after a long trip of silence, Phoenix managed to break it.

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.

I look at her, at her small face, at her big eyes, at the innocence she's somehow managed to hold onto despite everything. "Losing you," I say. "Losing any of you." She squeezes my hand. "You won't," she says. "You're the Phoenix. You always come back." --- We reach the surface at dawn. The sun is rising, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink and orange, and I stop, I can't help it, I stop and stare because it's beautiful, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I almost forgot what beauty looked like.

There was an undeniable spark that always made her pulse quicken, an energy that seemed to dance and flicker with a life of its own, echoing his unwavering loyalty. Phoenix's aura, true to his namesake, was vibrant and transformative, crackling with energy and life. It was a constant dance of flickering flames, alive with an unpredictable yet mesmerizing rhythm. His essence was both exhilarating and revitalizing, a force that lifted her spirits and invigorated her soul.

She had chosen not to remarry, dedicating her time to raising her children and building a future that defied the odds. From the ashes of sorrow and loss, Abigail had risen like a phoenix. Her story, once one of heartbreak and adversity, had transformed into one of resilience and triumph. Her reputation as a dynamic leader in the world of entrepreneurship had only grown stronger with time. Abigail had become a symbol of hope and inspiration to many, proving that no challenge was insurmountable with determination and innovation. Her life was a testament to the power of perseverance. One of the most significant changes in her life was her newfound wealth. Abigail who had once lived in a modest