Phoenix Wright's Daughter Novels & Stories

Trent scoffs, reading the look on Darren’s face and he smirks. “I’ll admit that I had a little bit of luck with the drunk old witch, finding out what the phoenix mark was going to look like from the prophecy before anyone else. After consulting with my own witch, it wasn’t hard to discover who was most likely to be the real phoenix Luna. Imagine my anger when I found out it could be Henry’s daughter. I was livid.

As soon as she got to the door, she pushed it and left it barely closed rushing to Isis who was on the couch. " Girl...you won't believe what just happened!" Phoenix exclaimed. Isis could see that she was elated. But then, her mood wouldn't match hers. Isis simply turned to face her best friend. " What is wrong with you? Are you angry again?" Phoenix asked. Isis didn't say a word. She just heaved a long sigh. Phoenix didn't want to ruin the mood as she knew Isis well. Girl could sulk for centuries if it had to do with her beloved James." Isis, you have to hear what I have to say right now" Phoenix said nearly screaming. She looked at Isis who didn't seem interested and decided to break the n

Alex seemed to have seen that land filled with blood and corpses again. It was a nightmare world where only one person survived. Phoenix walked over. She pointed at Lena and Sion. “You guys, come here!” Sion did not recognize Phoenix as she had a low seniority. However, Lena knew her and looked a little excited. She seemed older than Phoenix, but she gestured obediently, “Aunt Saria!” Phoenix’s father was Lena’s grandfather, whereas Phoenix was Grand Emperor Rowan’s thirteenth daughter. It was normal to call her that.

Violet Everyone freezes seeing the position that Xavier has my mother in. He stands tall, a smug smirk on his face knowing that no one here is going to risk her life. My mother’s blue eyes find mine and they widen upon seeing me. Xavier’s eyes roam around the room, trying to assess the damage and when his eyes land on his daughter, still unconscious on the ground, his eyes narrow and he growls out, “Who?” Phoenix surprises me as he moves forward and states, “Me.” He pauses for a moment, looking at his father’s position and he crosses his arms as he asks, “Do you intend to hide behind that gun forever, father? Or will you fight like a real man?”

I sat on the ground while Phoenix paced around, I was in shock of everything that just happened. My parents...they’re dead. I held myself, but I felt something running on my hands, I looked down, blood. My mothers’ blood. “Hey,” Phoenix said softly, taking my hands in his, “it’s okay. I swear to you, that woman will pay for what she’s done.” I nodded my head, “Now then, if you’re ready, I’m going to warp us to the house with the others, okay?” I nodded; Phoenix pulled me up and we warped to the meeting place.

The most that would happen is that people would get a little wet going into the venue. After securing that the food and alcohol were ready, Phoenix took Gael’s advice and went to lay down to rest. Gael came in, a little later, and lay down with her. He took his usual place, her back to his front, and his arm around her with his hand resting on her tummy. This time his daughter kicked hard and squirmed so much he raised up to see if Phoenix was able to sleep through that. She was knocked out. He shook his head low-key angry with her because she had done too much and now she was thoroughly exhausted and their daughter chose this time to play.

Clearly, in plain language, with no performance softening the edges of it. Now it was sitting in her father's phone. Mr. Wright was a complicated man but he was not a stupid one. And from everything I had quietly looked into over the last few days, he was not the kind of father who knew about this side of his daughter. He was generous and influential and he believed because she had carefully managed that belief — that his money and his name were being used for something other than what they were actually being used for. Steph's face went through everything.

nothing. [February 28, 2025] There's a girl in a group photo today. Her eyes... they looked like Charlotte's. I miss her so much, I start seeing her everywhere. [March 28, 2025] She called. For a moment, I felt alive again. But I ruined it. I said all the wrong things. I didn't mean to. I'll make it right next time. I will. [April 1, 2025] My daughter, Charlotte, is the best. Mommy will always, always love you.

Summer woke up to my parents hugging each other in tears. She said mockingly, "You can drop the act. Even if Sienna is alive, she won't want to be your daughter. You two were much crueller than I was. Sienna wouldn't have been so miserable if it weren't for you two." Summer no longer cared about anything. Every single sentence she said was to provoke them. In the end, my parents left the hospital in a huff. They spent the next few days handling my funeral.

“I do not like your manner of addressing the situation, Alpha Elijah. And might I be the one to remind you that it was not my choice to have my daughter removed from my custody - it was yours. And I still find myself questioning what your true intentions are, because I know that it is not customary for children to be removed from their parents - or to be moved to the pack house - after their eighteenth birthday. It is a choice that can be made.” This time, it was my turn to be offended, but I felt like I was doing a much better job at handling it than he was. I, for one, did not show my anger through my body language or my facial expressions. If he was going to try and get a reaction out of