Phoenix Stories Novels & Stories

Penn said seriously. “I want that too. And we're closer than ever, babe. I can't wait for our lives to actually start...our normal lives I mean.” "So let's get up and get one step closer to that hm?” “Let's do it.” *** “So what are Phoenixs like?” I asked Nova. “They're such kind creatures.” She smiled. “Gentle and intelligent. I'm sure they'll help get you what you need.” “Well that's good. The sooner this is over, the better.”

Zion remembered that night vividly. Now that Phoenix was gone, he sort of believed what she has told them about that night. “Saving Phoenix? What happened?” Silver was more intrigued than ever now. The frown on her forehead was also too visible at this point. “Phoenix had a habit of wandering in the hallways at night times. Then one of the nights she was seen headed to the window. She wasn’t even listening to the calls of our mother, who had to rush towards her and pull her back. But in the same process, she tripped and fell down,” Zion remembered those parts because those were told throughout the years. There was one more thing that they had cut out because it sounded ridiculous.

Ajax asks me, leaning over to whisper in my ear. “Yes,” I say, unable to tell him more with everyone around. He wraps his arm around my waist, in the casual way that he has, letting me know he’s here and loves me while he talks to the others at the table. I listen in, but Phoenix’s words make me sad. How many lives has she lived and she’s never had a friend. I haven’t even lived two decades and I feel almost desperate to make friends. ‘You don’t need to feel sorry for me. That’s not why I told you,’ she says.

I coldly replied. “What a beautiful illusion. it would be better to stay in an illusion if I could hear you say those eight letters and three words.” Phoenix said with a smile as he reached out of my hands and before I could take it away, he managed to intertwine their hands, leaving no room for me to take back my hands. I let out a helpless sigh and muttered. “You're so childish.” END OF CHAPTER 33

"I have my grandfather's blood, his legacy of horror. Every phoenix we find looks at me and sees him first. The only way to change that is to be different. Consistently. Publicly. Exhaustingly different." He pulled me against him, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You're going to burn yourself out trying to save everyone." "Maybe. But look at what we've already built." I gestured to the wall covered in letters—thank you notes from phoenixes who'd found each other through our network. Stories of friendship, romance, mentorship. Lives being rebuilt from ashes. "Forty-three phoenixes who aren't alone anymore. That's worth a little exhaustion." The next morning brought unexpected resistance. Three

Gold swallows hard, focusing on his painting. He started this artwork more than two weeks ago. The lack of time hinders him from painting it perfectly, though as stated, at least it's done. "This is Phoenix in the Fire." He tells everybody, still looking at his work. The portrait is greatly inspired by the polaroid picture he took the first night he and Kolya slept together. The canvas size is 38"W x 75"H, it's big and he can't believe that he's showing this to the public.

"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

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.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

T he Phoenix was a mixed group of black and white, male and female dancers who had taken over the arena of Los Angeles. They heard about our fame; how we dominated the streets of New York and decided to move all the way from Los Angeles for a lighthouse show. However, they had absolutely no idea of what they were coming for; we waged dance battles with dance squads from different parts of the United States, Miami, Santa Barbara, Texas, and Washington, and still remained undefeated, just name it, we are down for whatever.