Phoenix Wright Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Phoenix said directly. Azza closes her eyes in rage. "Because of your stupidity, you're just going to throw away 9 years of friendship? Tang*na, you're both worthless." Azza angrily left the two. So was Lucy walking away. Phoenix, on the other hand, sat quietly and was surprised that someone touched her wounded lip. "Did you fight?" Amira asks. The young man looked at her and averted his face. "Don't touch me" it said seriously. "You have a wound" he would take the handkerchief but Phoenix refused. "I'll take you first Amira, I know you like me. Please don't like me you won't get anything out of me. I like you sister Jam, she's the one I want not you." Phoenix said directly and stood up. "Bu

For a second she broke free, crawling toward the path— A boot slammed into her side, flipping her onto her back. The world flashed white. Then red. Then nothing but pain. Another kick. A punch. A heel pressing into her throat. Liz choked, vision blurring, limbs twitching as blood pooled from her lip down her chin. “Pathetic,” one of them muttered, wiping at her knuckles. “Let’s go.” They left her there— Bleeding. Barely breathing. ⸻ At dinner that evening, Phoenix sat beside his father, looking composed even though his mind was nowhere in the room. He barely touched his glass. His father was all about his impending marriage, the power boost they would get, all political crap which phoenix di

For a second she broke free, crawling toward the path— A boot slammed into her side, flipping her onto her back. The world flashed white. Then red. Then nothing but pain. Another kick. A punch. A heel pressing into her throat. Liz choked, vision blurring, limbs twitching as blood pooled from her lip down her chin. “Pathetic,” one of them muttered, wiping at her knuckles. “Let’s go.” They left her there— Bleeding. Barely breathing. ⸻ At dinner that evening, Phoenix sat beside his father, looking composed even though his mind was nowhere in the room. He barely touched his glass. His father was all about his impending marriage, the power boost they would get, all political crap which phoenix di

As I get into my room that I realize that I wasn’t alone, and the person in my room should never have enter in here and expect to leave without getting punish but not in a good way that she would want. “What are you doing in my room, Amber? It better be for a damn good reason if you want to leave here in one piece.” She walks over to me daring to put her hand onto my chest. “Come on Phoenix, are you really going to tell me that you didn’t miss me.” I didn’t say anything but grabbed her by the throat with the hand I just killed Grim with. I still have his blood on them. Her eyes widen with fear. “I’ll be nice and let you leave now without me hurting you.”

Phoenix I don’t think this is what you think it is. ‘What the fuck does that mean? This is my chance to get this bitch who has taken away so much from us!’ ‘I know and believe me, I want that too, but I can’t help but feel there’s something more to this.’ ‘Freya, I love you and I’m glad you decided to come out of your cocoon, but I’m ready to end this scum and…….’ ‘NO! Phoenix, listen, her wolf is telling me that she can fix things, at least some things. It’s worth a listen.’

because . ‘Finally, you begin to understand why I don’t like to waste time. I don’t want to lose him either. Just because he’s our mate, it doesn’t mean that someone else can’t claim him and become his rider. If that happens, he will be forced to their will. If they’re afraid of us and don’t want him around us, he will have to comply with his rider’s wishes. His rider could choose for him to never see us again and there is nothing that we could do about it,’ Phoenix says in my mind.

Phoenix shook his head in pity. "Who are you? Why can't you let her go? We haven't done anything that's considered harmful to you guys right? And I promise if you let her go..." "I don't plan on doing so, Narfi." "Why? Please let her go. I'll give you anything." Phoenix looked amused. "What could you possibly have that I desire?" "Wealth, Intel..." "SHH! Be quiet," Phoenix warned and then took out the dagger from his storage ring. It levitated and dismembered, eventually turning into a peacock fan with the initials P. S. A. He smilingly asked. "Now you see why?"

i stop fighting for a second, stuned by the brightness. suddenly i feel like ive been pushed back and i have no control over my self. 'im sorry i had to pretend i was to weak to help you were getting out of here' phoenix says to me in my head and i just sit back and watch as she throws the men holding our arms far away from us then she turns and grabs the other two and pushes them back down the stair and locks the door. she then turns around and shifts and takes off into the woods i can feel her searching for onyx.

Nyra’s POV ‘Why do I feel like there were a whole lot of things that had happened and…’ “You have questions,” Serenyx’s voice echoed calmly in my mind, “and you will have your answers. But first… let’s give Silas a taste of what’s coming.” Her words boosted my morale. ‘How?’ I asked. She chuckled softly, “You’re stronger than you think, Nyra. A phoenix doesn’t need to be taught how to burn”

"And the woman who held you under." At Rafael's name, memories flooded through me; his smile, his touch, his betrayal. The documents linking him to my father's murder. Isabella's voice: ‘Some women are matches…’ Pain and rage twisted together in my chest, a knot I couldn't untangle. I looked down at my inner wrist, startled to find a small, intricate tattoo of a phoenix rising from flames. "Why do I have this?" I touched it, feeling a strange warmth emanate from the design.