Novel & Cerita Phoenix Stories

I don’t want this; I didn’t ask for any of it. Phoenix. Her name alone set my teeth on edge. She wasn’t supposed to be a part of my world; she’s not supposed to be here. She just stumbled into my territory. A rogue, that's what she is. Phoenix is trouble to me but now, Hosea’s words fill me with even more rage over a fact I’ve feared since the moment I saw her in the forest. She is the golden wolf, the one tied to me in a bond I didn’t ask for.

“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.

And till today the reincarnation of the phoenix is still expected and the new born King as the prophecy foretold. "The End" "I wonder who the King would be" Little Jake wondered loudly as he looked at his mother. "Only time will tell my dear son. The true their is closer than you seem" She said as she smiled. PRESENT DAY He often wondered when the Phoenix would come and sometimes his mind goes off to the story of Marixona. For some reason he felt there is some connection between the two stories but the more he seemed to understand the more he became more confused. And now he could see the exact replica of the tattoo consisting of all his mother had described as the Phoenix. He held his head

Eion rolled his eyes at his friend. The goofy man faced me, “I am Phoenix, by the way. The only full Filipino here. Loud and proud.” He smiled, his teeth glistening against the sun. “Yeah, it's very obvious since you are so noisy. And the height said another handsome man butted in. I almost laughed, because she’s true. It seems that Phoenix is the shortest one here…well, almost at the same height as Theon but he Phoenix rolled his eyes, “Shut up, man. And me and my wife here Sereia owns some land properties and a farm at Gensan. I also am a great photographer.”

"I know, I know. You two are like two peas in a pod. But sometimes I wonder...are you sure there's nothing going on between you two?" Phoenix's eyes widened in surprise. "What? No way! We're just friends, Theresa. Don't read too much into it." "Friends to lovers" She grinned and Phoenix blushed uncontrollably. Theresa grinned mischievously. "I'm just teasing you, Phoenix. But seriously, what's new with you? What's been going on in your life?" Phoenix leaned against the desk, launching into a story about his weekend. "So, I was trying to fix my car, and I ended up stripping the screws. I had to take it to the mechanic, and it cost me an arm and a leg to fix it."

I was surprised at myself, but I was happy to see myself smiling normally. After the facepainting, we had Al walk us around the school to check out the other classes. Just like in Al's class, the other classes continued to surprise me. If I didn't know that this was a school festival, I never would have guessed that the booths were made and managed by students. While we walked past the gymnasium, I noticed a poster for a play. It looked like a romance one, kinda similar to Romeo And Juliet. "You wanna watch that?" White asked as he peeked from behind me. "Oh, this is only a few minutes from now. Do you wanna just wait for it inside? Do we need tickets for this?"

For Phoenix are the birds of fire, they hatch from fire. Toshani walked towards the hearth and kneeled beside it, peering into it. The egg cracked open and a golden chick, covered in soot walked out. "Well, hello there little one, how do you feel after being reborn?" The chick looked at her and gave a loud chirp. Toshani gently took the baby Phoenix in her hand and cradled it wondering if it remembered its previous life. Then laughed at herself, even if it did there was no way of finding that out. It could not talk.

STORM. Phoenix fire was unlike any other flame. It did not feed on oxygen or fuel. It fed on emotions. More specifically, it fed on pain. And pain? Pain had teeth. Had a voice that knew your name. It could lock a person in place like rusted iron driven through bone. Stole air from their lungs. Pain convinced them they would never be whole again, that the shattered pieces of who they'd been could never be reassembled into anything worth saving.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

“Alrighty then. Just take a seat and I’ll be right back with some designs.” Althea and I settle onto a sleek black couch while I take in the parlor’s atmosphere. The other artists work with practiced ease, their few clients either wincing slightly, chattering or staring into space as the needles glide over their respective skin. There’s something oddly peaceful about it—the way the buzzing and the quiet concentration merge into a steady rhythm. Bailey returns, flipping open a binder of custom designs. “So, what are you thinking, honey?” I glance at Althea before turning my gaze to the many artistic and creative designs on the pages but almost immediately, my gaze lands on the drawing of a ph