Phoenix Sorcerer Novels & Stories

She felt a sharp pain in her rib cage as she tried to pull herself up. “Your father must have said alot about me… Oh! He didn't? Allow me introduce myself. The greatest wizard, sixth order of the Phoenix, Pablo Martinez, but You Call me Master. Your kind is not worthy of my name”, he bragged. The strong smoke from his pipe coupled with the effect of the impact made her dizzy as he hovered rotationally around her. She regretted not obeying her father, but she also couldn't watch him die cheaply, in the hands of a power-hungry lunatic.

She vowed to share her thoughts and feelings with her companions more openly, deepening their bonds. Kael: The arcane sorcerer, who had always been cautious with his powers, was confronted by a phantom version of himself wielding raw, uncontrolled magic. Kael understood that his true strength lay in mastering his abilities, not fearing them. He harnessed the chaotic energy and transformed it into a controlled force, unlocking a new level of power.

“The man that is helping Gilliam claims to be this legendary character. He claims to be Soxor.” A murmur went through the group. I looked at Sybil and saw that she and Rydel were hanging on my every word. Their expressions were serious, showing me that they believed me. I took comfort in that. “I have trained in every settlement that remains, with witches and wizards that are older and more powerful than anyone in this room,” I pressed. I looked around at the elders. The anger that was on their faces was shifting into concern. “I have never faced a wizard as powerful as the man that is claiming to be Soxor. The dark magic that he wields is unnatural. It is a miracle that it hasn’t consumed h

"That's impossible. He's dead. He died ten years ago." But I recognized him from the portraits lining the sanctuary's halls. Cassia's son. Kira's older brother. Marcus Phoenix's first attempt at creating a phoenix-wolf hybrid through torture instead of birth. "Cyrus," Marcus Phoenix breathed, and for the first time since I'd met him, he looked truly broken. The Shadow Walkers were using him like a living key, his corrupted phoenix fire eating through the sanctuary's wards from the inside out. Every scream that tore from his throat took another layer of protection with it.

“How is this possible. You—you were stabbed! You burned—your body—!” Solara frowned, looking down at herself. “I did?” She paused. I turned on Lily, rage and confusion crashing together inside me. “Explain. Now.” Lily finally exhaled, tension leaving her shoulders. She wiped ash from her sleeve. “Solara is a Phoenix.” The words didn’t make sense. “What?” “She’s immortal,” Lily continued calmly. “Or close enough. When a Phoenix dies, their body combusts, burns completely, and is reborn from the ashes.”

Trixie Frowned looking at Ji'lahni who shrugged, but stayed silent. Trixie turned to look at the big man standing in front of her. She felt a weird kind of connection but she didn't know what it was. “Sir, both of my parents are dead, so I don't know where your daughter is but for the right price I may track her down for you.” Trixie said to the man, who smiled. “Trixie, I am Soko, and I am your father. When your were a toddler you exposed your powers to the world. Being the Pure Phoenix you would have been hunted. So I visited a witch who could only bound your power if I gave up my true form and my powers because they would be able to trace you through me. I did so without hesitation, the w

"Well, I still have somewhere to go but I'm no longer after the sanctuary." "You speak parables, can you speak plainly?" Jerome urged. "Remember what I said about blood magic?" He nodded, "It can be destroyed by Phoenix blood and that's all I need now." "But..." "Let me finish first, please." I cut him off, he nodded. "Remember..." I shook my hand. "The fire." His eyes widened, of course, he couldn't forget that day. "I think... my fire can do that." I said, referring to the fire I had caused with my hands, burning those mercenaries to a crisp.

Matthew's POV To say I was surprised would be a huge understatement, I was completely baffled. The weak little runt turns out to be a phoenix, one of the most powerful supernaturals in the world. I regret rejecting her, I mean common, who wouldn't want to have a mate who could just burn your enemies for you? I decided to go to her room and get her back. She used to be the weakest link in the pack, I must have to give her one of my signature smirks that gets all the girls swooning, her following her nature will make her fall for me in an instant.

Magic bled out of it in green smoke… it couldn’t run anymore. I shifted back to half-form and stood over it, panting, bloodied, still shaking from adrenaline. “What are you?” I growled. It chuckled bitterly. “A deal… is a deal.” It coughed again, black ichor seeping from its ribs. “My name is Sorren. I was once a sorcerer, rRuler of a ring in the magic circle right here in this region. But immortality… it seduced me, twisted my very nature. I altered my body, my soul, until all that remained was this…” its eyes flickered down to its body, “...a creature of immense power and no life.”

"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."