Phoenix Souls Novels & Stories

Phoenix expressed. " I'm not even allowed to enter that room. If it were someone else, he'd have done worse, I'm sure of that. The purpose of that room was to tie himself up with a big chain so he wouldn't have to break out and hurt someone. Because according to the curse, if he were to kill up to 100 souls...he would turn into a beast... forever " Glinda replied. What she said made Phoenix's heart skip in fear. " And how many souls has he killed? " She couldn't help but ask.

But tonight, it was ours alone. Inside, the air was still, carrying the faint scent of fresh wood and promise. I closed the door behind us, shutting out the world. My cut hung heavy on my shoulders, but when I looked at her, it was like the weight lifted. “Kat,” I said, my voice rough, the name tasting like home. “Tonight, it’s just you and me. Before the boys, before the noise. I want this night with my Phoenix.” Her smile was soft, but her eyes blazed, and I knew she understood. This wasn’t about escape—it was about claiming the quiet, the fire, the bond we’d sworn before gods and family alike.

"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

Anyone could’ve said it was a coincidence, but his name was scribbled under the picture, along with ‘dark phoenix’. This was, without a doubt, the man she had been falling for. And with everything she just saw, Syanna only had one question. “What the hell is going on?” *** Cole hadn’t been able to fully grasp what he had seen. If this was really him, what was he? Was he not just a phoenix like he had always thought? He always knew he was powerful, but how could he have been a higher being and not know? Did Genevieve know? Of course the witch did.

Alex asked, “Are all of them your friends?” “Friends?” Phoenix smiled coldly. “Kind of. We just fought back in the Undead territory then. They’re old friends who wanted me dead. How else did you think I became this way. I’m neither human nor ghost.” Alex’s eyes widened. “Is it because of them?” Phoenix nodded. “Yeah! I will never forget how the people around me started falling one by one. I swore to take revenge for them… Considering our situation now, those who died would agree if I make these old friends suffer the same fate, right?”

“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.”

That was an interesting tidbit to jot down on the running tab of things that I wanted to learn about when it came to Phoenix wolves. It was a bit overwhelming to not know anything about a part of me that was so incredibly important. Storm was a great source of information, but there were some holes in her memories. All phoenix wolves were reincarnated, meaning that they were the same wolf spirit with each lifetime that they had. As a reincarnated spirit, they were returned with the memories of past lifetimes instead of having their slate wiped clean upon being given to a new human. However, their memories only began surfacing once they shifted for the very first time. She knew certain things

Initially, whenever that birdy came to me, I had to suppress my urges to twist its neck and throw it in some icy water. But now, it was a way of reading Diana’s internal conditions. “Carol, what’s wrong, baby bird?” I asked. Carol whimpered, snuggling into the warmth of my palms. They said phoenixes sense the soul of a person. They read a person’s true intentions and never bond with anyone evil. True. The day I was able to win over Carol, I knew I had become something better than I used to be. Something so much worse than I already was.

"His skin is peeling back like charred parchment, and I can hear the sound of his childhood turning into absolute ash." Phoenix didn’t just scream; her soul physically tore open as the obsidian walls of the cave dissolved into a nightmare she had spent four years trying to outrun. She wasn't standing in the Black Abyss anymore. She was back in the East Wing, but the air didn't smell like lavender and security—it reeked of burnt milk, scorched silver, and the sickeningly sweet, metallic tang of vaporized blood.

“Just put a good soul down, why don’t you? You two are no better, so why dwell upon it.” “You didn’t let me finish; we the Elders have decided that he needs a guide to call upon when in need, so we will glorify ourselves into him. The Ying Yang of our bodies will sustain your soul within him, and in doing so, you will be able to stay within this world.” Said the Phoenix.