Phoenix Top Gun: Maverick Novels & Stories

Phoenix’s POV (New Character Unlocked!) The airport was a blur behind me, nothing but noise, dragging suitcases, and a few too many side-eyes at my rainbow hair. I couldn't care less. Let them stare. I'd dye it neon green next time, just to spite them. Phoenix Alvira Saavedra. Protector of blood. I had barely tossed my designer duffel into the passenger seat of my sleek black Porsche 911 Turbo S before I was tearing out of the airport driveway, engine roaring like a beast that couldn’t be tamed. No text, no warning. Surprise was half the fun

Forgetting everyone and everything I see only Maverick. Naveah leaps into his arms. But Maverick isn't shifted and while Gunner can easily catch her Maverick can’t so he topples over backwards. Naveah lies down on top of him, drooling on his face feeling immensely smug with herself. Maverick groans theatrically in the hope to gain her sympathy so she’ll get off of him. When she does he gets up and pulls his shirt off.

Jackie asked. "That's because I use silent pistols," Phoenix replied, hanging her large gun over her shoulder. She then pulled out two silent pistols and shot two men before looking back at Jackie. "Wow, I think I like you," Jackie mumbled. Phoenix's eyes met with Candy's, but she said nothing and continued her work. Diego's call came in. "Hello, Devil," Phoenix answered, shooting another man down. "Is she alright?" Diego asked over the phone, his voice hoarse.

Phoenix quipped, his tone teasing. Blaze's lips curled into a mischievous smirk. "Well, then. I won't hesitate to cut off your manhood. So, play nice, unless you want to find yourself in a world of pain." Phoenix's hand reflexively moved to protect his manhood, a witty smile playing on his lips. "I've got no plans to fuck your sisters. Besides, I've got bigger fish to fry – like trying to make it through your grueling training sessions in one piece." His attempt at humor was met with a chuckle from Dexter, who nodded in agreement.

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.

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.

"We were misled. You saved the clan. You protected our land. You are the only rightful heir." I shook my head. Then I placed the Phoenix Crown in the hands of a warrior named Mus—someone whose strength rivaled Seraphine's and who had saved countless lives in battle. "I will guard the Phoenix Court for the rest of my life," I said. "But the heir was never meant to be chosen by blood. Mus is far more suited to lead." … I returned to my cave, retreating into solitude and focused training. After regaining my full divine power, I advanced quickly.

Maybe she just needed to get away for a while, but that still didn’t explain the lack of contact with her best friend, or the front door. “Prepare to land,” the announcement came over the speakers a few hours later. The aircraft rumbled as the wheels dragged across the hot tarmac. The hydraulics screamed as the plane ground to a halt. The men stiffened instantly, grabbing their kit in one swift movement. Archer was first to step out into the blistering heat, the sand dunes in the background reminded him of his tours before. They were memories he longed to forget, whilst he was no longer tormented by the images and sounds that invaded his dreams, the scars were forever there as a reminder of

"Eh?" Phoenix was actually surprised to see her bodyguard defeated so easily. She raised her chin proudly at Frank as she asked, "Who are you?" "You should introduce yourself before you ask for someone else's name," Frank said, dropping the mush and leveling an impassive stare at Phoenix. "Heh." Seeing that Frank was so fearless, Phoenix quickly presumed that he was the apprentice of a hidden sect. Chuckling coolly, she nodded at Frank, "Phoenix Ardron of Cloudnine Sect." "Phoenix Ardron."

Fear consumed her, but not for herself. The baby. She couldn’t let him shoot her belly. She stood still, silent, cooperating to avoid triggering him. Suddenly, Someone grabbed Michael’s wrist from behind, twisting it sharply. His gun clattered to the ground. Violet bolted away instantly, running straight to her tied up parents, falling into their arms as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. Sirens wailed. Police cars screeched to a stop. Jacob froze. His plan was exposed. He knew the moment Violet heard their conversation, there was no saving himself. Still.... he had chosen to protect her.