Phoenix Wright Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I Became jello. I turned around and his arms were still wrapped on my waist. "I'm very crazy for what I'm about to say, but I don't want to forget about you. I hate Phoenix; The one that only says hi and bye. Or barely says anything to me. I like this Phoenix, the sweet one." I caressed his face. "There's no sweet Phoenix. And we can only be friends." He removed his arms from my waist. "Is it because I'm not pretty? Or because you think you will hurt me?"

"Mom, I... I don’t want to get married. I—" "And you think that matters?" her mother, Amelia Joseph, snapped, voice sharp as glass. "Violet, listen carefully. We didn’t adopt you so you could live in comfort without consequences. It’s time you paid us back. Your father needs this alliance with Mr. James William, and that means you marrying into their family. Have we ever treated you poorly? Didn’t we give you food, a home, clothes? This deal is crucial for our future. How can you be so selfish when everything is at stake?"

Maybe he was seeing a future with her and the child or just the child alone, but she was going to hold on to the thought that he was going to take responsibility for every other thing that can come after. "Okay then, I think I am going to give you the grace and hold on to your promise," Phoenix said, smiling at Omarion, but the man did not return her smile which made Phoenix feel a little awkward, but she did not dwell much on the thought. "I would be going now," Phoenix said, walking towards the couch to pick up her bag. She intentionally bent to pick it, her ass facing Omarion, hoping to seduce him by that, but Omarion was too occupied with his thoughts to even notice her fine ass shot tow

*** Athena's POV We shifted as soon as we got to the tree line. Phoenix was excited to have a whole day of running. Her nerves were high, and she needed a way to calm them. She also enjoyed the idea of being able to be with Creed all day. She howled in excitement as she stepped forward. Creed hummed in approval as he watched her walk toward him. "We have important things to deal with. You can spend time with him when we get back." I muttered. Phoenix whined but turned towards Drake, waiting for him to step out into the trees.

I let out. "Really?" "I shouldn't be upset that you blew up the opportunity for me to finally mate with her just for your selfish reason, she is my mate Nelson and I need her as much as you do!" Phoenix pointed out aggressively. "I don't need her, you need her not me!" Phoenix chuckled, "Really? You can't lie to me Nelson, I live inside if you, I am your second part, I read every thought that flows through your mind. I know how much you are already falling for this girl, how long will you keep on fighting this?!"

Grift drew the next lines of blood and Phoenix found himself in between the thin lines of sane and insanity. "Now. Please, I need you now." Phoenix cried. The Alphas retreated from him and when Thrift pulled his fingers out, he shuddered at the loss. But, Thrift came back to the bed and picked him up into his arms as if he weighed nothing. Phoenix watched both Drift and Grift lie on the bed, each facing the other, with legs crossed over each other until their cocks touched and stood as one. Phoenix felt his ass leak at the sight. Thrift kissed his wet hair and whispered into his ears.

He had promised to marry me, and I hadn’t fought him on it. Last night, I had thought I needed his protection. I probably still did. But I could already see that there was so much more happening besides my well-being, something way above my head. Phoenix had his own agenda, wanted to get into a war for some reason, and he thought if I married Jaguar, then they’d have to fight to keep me safe. “I can’t,” I said softly. “Please.” “You’re going to marry him,” Phoenix said. “If it helps at all, I doubt Jaguar really wants to marry you, either. Boy’s been inside more club whores than anyone else I know. But he made his choice, and so did you.”

Wyatt leans down to my side, his lips against my ear, “I was sent to collect the Phoenix and you. Did you really think I couldn’t find a way to control her?” His hand seizes my jaw and he forces me to look in Kayla’s direction, “Look at her. You were so lost in your own marital problems that you let her down. You should always remember that.” “What have you done to her?” I say through gritted teeth. Wyatt just laughs, that same gentle laugh. Only this time it holds cruelty in it, “The Phoenix can be caged if you have the right tools and magic. The Phoenix is life itself. So, only death can hold it.”

He snarls at me. “That’s Enough!” Phoenix’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. Her golden glow glares briefly before she takes a step forward, her anger radiating off her in waves. “You don’t get to stand here and act the victim. You called me a traitor and you turned everyone against me. You made sure I had nothing left.” Phoenix takes another step forward, her voice shaking with barely controlled fury. “I expected you to stand up for me. To fight. We were supposed to be mates, Dylan. But you treated me like I was nothing.”

Then someone asked, cautiously, "So… even I might be able to inherit the Phoenix legacy?" "Of course," I answered. Ignoring Seraphine's seething glare, I raised my voice. "The Phoenix Court will hold a competition. Whoever wins by strength alone shall be the next leader." A cheer erupted across the courtyard. Only Father and Seraphine stood pale-faced, their carefully built illusions unraveling. That night, Franz clung to me as usual. "Althea…" He nuzzled his head into my chest like he could never get enough. I sighed, reaching out to pull him closer. But just then, the world tilted.