Phoenix Sorcerer Novels & Stories

he said as he looked at me. "You really think so?" I asked softly. "I do" he said "I wonder what other powers of mine you are going to take up" he added. "What other powers are there?" I asked. "Flying. I am also the best fighter I know, you inclusive. I escort souls through the barrier into hell and help them get into the lava to be reborn, I am the only one capable of that" he said. "Maybe I will be able to do that as well" I replied "when do you find time to do it though? Is it like a special occasion? Or is it like everyday?" I asked.

He smiled at us, revealing his bloody lips as blood trickled down the edge of his lips. Suzy closed her eyes and started chanting incantations, she controlled every molecule present in the air and directed it towards the map to have a lead of some sort but instead, the map caught fire-- every part of it leaving nothing but burnt ashes on the table and burnt-out candles. "How is that possible?" I stood up immediately not understanding how and what went wrong. "It is simple actually, he is cloaked by magic. After all, he is a powerful warlock that won't do anything to stay anonymous considering the fact that he has upset a powerful family." Suzy raised her brow and grinned at everyone present.

The mood is hopeful as Azazel helps us create the spell, and Lana donates drops of her blood. Once the spell is finished, each of my brothers takes the vial that Azazel hands them and adds a drop of their blood to it. “Ut sors. Caritatem amisit iterumque ad tarda reuerti.” Fate to find. Love lost to reunite. My brothers repeat the spell making each vial glow and sputter in different colors until they sputter out. I give my brothers a relieved expression, “It seems that the spell worked. Now, we just wait for the wheels of fate to turn in your direction.”

He also loses some weight. I gasp when our gazes lock and it feels like I’ve been hypnotized. I can’t take my eyes off of him—it’s like I bare my soul to him, and I can see him at the same time. His eyes are wide as saucers, but something doesn’t add up—the happy Phoenix I met almost five months ago is long gone—the Phoenix I see right now is in pain, lost, and broken. His eyes have lost their soul, and are replaced with pure sadness and despair.

"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

He left behind the house that never felt like home, fleeing into a world that seemed just as cruel. It was then that he met Viktor Montclair, the man who became his adoptive father. Viktor was a mafia don, a man who was as ruthless as he was brilliant. Under Viktor’s mentorship, Adrian found refuge and purpose. Viktor taught him the rules of the game. It was not just limited to chess, but life itself. “Life will always consume the weak,” Viktor had said. “You either become a predator or remain prey.” Those words became Adrian’s creed. He built walls around himself, fortifying his mind and heart against anything that might break him again.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

the elf snarls. “Taught you a lesson in manners. You can take it or leave it. Next time, I won’t just burn your hand. She stands beside Ember in a show of solidarity. “Maybe you need the lesson,” he growls, pulling on the earth element. I’m about to pull her back when I feel strength, Ajax’s strength, flow through us. “I am the rider of an earth dragon. Your element doesn’t harm me,” Phoenix screeches, using the earth element that we got from claiming Ajax to counter the elves’ attack. That is until Ajax arrives with the other earth dragons and then all hell breaks loose again.

I laid in the bedroom while studying Phoenixs’ old school books. I practiced a few small spells and while trying a light spell but next thing I knew...boom! Phoenix opened the door and coughed from the smoke, “Selene, what are you doing?” He coughed out, I looked at him from my spot on the bed; when the smoke cleared, Phoenix stared at me then started laughing,

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace and the phoenix tattoo on her wrist that marked her rebirth. Rafael's intake of breath was audible. "Jesus, Natalie. You're..." "What?" "Perfect." He traced the tattoo with one finger, his touch feather-light. "This is beautiful. What does it mean?" The question hit her like a physical blow. The phoenix was everything—her death, her rebirth, her transformation from victim to avenger. It was the symbol of rising from ashes, of becoming something stronger and more dangerous than what came before. But she couldn't tell him that. So she gave him a version of the truth instead.