Phoenix X Edgeworth Novels & Stories

“And Puma.” Phoenix is the second tallest of the guys. Forrest is taller than him by maybe an inch. Phoenix also has a face that screams “don’t mess with me.” Even though he’s smiling at me, I can see something in his eyes. Something I can’t explain. Part of me wants to reach out and touch him—to know instantly what his story is. I want to know who hurt him. Phoenix has dark brown eyes. They’re so dark that they’re almost black. Whenever the moon hits them just right, they glow slightly. I’m beginning to think that either I’m crazy too, or that wolf shifters really do exist.

THEODORE POV We knew that some of the pack members wouldn’t like too many vampires around and that they wouldn’t believe that Seraphina was a werewolf, so Phoenix and I stayed at the edge of the woods just waiting. I was keeping an eye on security but I was also watching Phoenix who had his eyes on Scarlett, I can tell he was trying very hard not to run out there and wrap his arms around her, hold her tight, never let her go and I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t.

"And what was that? Who was that Phoenix that the girl said?" Then it took me, the heir of the Phoenix Corporation, to be named Phoenix. I'm not sure since I only see him on the news sometimes. "No way, are you the heir of the Phoenix Corporation?" I asked. Wow, and here I was thinking they were a mafia group or something. The Phoenix Corporation is the top leading corporation in the Philippines. I had heard that the CEO of the corporation was an Australian, Mr. Arthur Hill who migrated to the country and settled down with his Filipina wife.

(Five years later) Lyra’s POV I leaned against the dark tinted window of my limousine as it drove past the City. My reflection stared back at me, my face covered with a Phoenix shaped mask that only allowed my eyes and mouth to be seen, it was my Trademark. The world now knew me as The Phoenix, the name wasn't just branding. It was my story. I had risen from destruction, rebuilt by hands that should never have held me together, and now the very fire that consumed me was now my fuel and weapon.

“Alrighty then. Just take a seat and I’ll be right back with some designs.” Althea and I settle onto a sleek black couch while I take in the parlor’s atmosphere. The other artists work with practiced ease, their few clients either wincing slightly, chattering or staring into space as the needles glide over their respective skin. There’s something oddly peaceful about it—the way the buzzing and the quiet concentration merge into a steady rhythm. Bailey returns, flipping open a binder of custom designs. “So, what are you thinking, honey?” I glance at Althea before turning my gaze to the many artistic and creative designs on the pages but almost immediately, my gaze lands on the drawing of a ph

Anyone could’ve said it was a coincidence, but his name was scribbled under the picture, along with ‘dark phoenix’. This was, without a doubt, the man she had been falling for. And with everything she just saw, Syanna only had one question. “What the hell is going on?” *** Cole hadn’t been able to fully grasp what he had seen. If this was really him, what was he? Was he not just a phoenix like he had always thought? He always knew he was powerful, but how could he have been a higher being and not know? Did Genevieve know? Of course the witch did.

After my bath, I went to the fridge to get something to eat when I remembered that I had just moved in yesterday, meaning there was no food. I sat on the couch to think about what had happened over the past few days, I was rejected, then ran away, and a few days later, I bought a house. Then I realized that I had never shifted into my wolf. Was I not a shifter, or was I runt. "Took you long enough to realize that." "Who's there?" "Hey, relax. It's just me, your Phoenix." Wait, I thought I was a werewolf? "Well, technically, you are, but your Phoenix side is more dominant."

Teo asked as he directed his gaze towards Phoenix. “Because she is more than a curse, she is my friend.” Teo eyed Phoenix with suspicion. “There are rumors that you possess powers, is this true? The people say that you’re named Phoenix because you have the power to produce flames from your hands.” “The rumors are true,” Phoenix said as she came closer to them. “And if you ever insult me again,” flames licked the flesh of her right arm as she walked closer to him. “I’ll make sure not even your ashes remain.”

I need to honor that decision. I come across a small boutique nestled between two bustling stalls. The display catches my eye, and I step inside. The shop is filled with delicate trinkets and beautiful handcrafted items. As I peruse the shelves, I spot a stunning necklace, adorned with a phoenix pendant. It's as if fate has guided me to this very moment. I know instantly that this is the perfect gift for my son. I approach the shopkeeper and inquire about the necklace. She tells me it's a symbol of rebirth and resilience, a fitting representation of the fiery spirit Phoenix possesses. I purchase the necklace, feeling a surge of excitement knowing how much Phoenix will love it.

I placed the empty wine glass on the table. "Oh come on! don't be serious, bro! Come on, admit it. You are the richest of us all. A million is just coins for you, " Phoenix said. The three looked at me as well as the other people who pass by, it's because of these motherfuckers. They're way too loud. "I could imagine what reaction he'd have. Maybe he'll be happy and might kneel in front of me if he opens my gift. " "Perhaps he'll be pleased and even kneel in front of me as a result of the thoughtful gift I got him HAHA!"