Phoenix X Edgeworth Novels & Stories

< Cyro stated as he placed his ear on Phoenix’s stomach, listening to the beans cooking inside. Phoenix whimpered, >Who the heck are you talking about?< Cyro looked up from his stomach at his mate, that looked about ready to attack him. Crawling closer to his mate, he said, >Dante—Dante’s proper name is Winsor—Sloth is his title, Kitten.< Phoenix turned and sat up then looked down at Cyro asking, >Oh really? That’s an odd name, so you’re Cyro Wrath Silver. He is Winsor Sloth Silver, who are the rest?<

I watched him go, feeling the hair on the back of my neck rise. My focus returned to the hallway. As I turned, my gaze caught a small, vintage display cabinet set into the wall. Inside, catching the dim light, was a delicate, antique pendant. It was silver, intricately carved, but the detail that stopped my breath was a tiny, recurring motif on the clasp: the dark silhouette of a bird with outstretched wings. My hands started to shake. A phoenix.

Although the pressure that Phoenix gave is different from his original body since this Phoenix was acting like a butler who was warm and kind, his original body was the one who was merciless, indifferent, cold, and dangerous. Although they are the same person, Caleb could still stand behind Phoenix who was acting like a butler, rather than their original body because he couldn't even look up at Mr. Valcarcel who was sitting in the wheelchair, and the pressure was so immense that he could hardly breathe as he dares to get close.

Hunter glanced past Ryder's shoulder and gave the smallest possible nod. Phoenix appeared at the edge of the column's shadow without announcing herself, because Phoenix never announced herself. She moved the way water moved, finding the available space and occupying it without apparent effort. Her compact frame and quick, assessing eyes had kept her alive in the Cage for three years, longer than anyone expected a female fighter to last, and she had done it by being considerably more than the sum of what people assumed when they looked at her. She had been in the facility when they arrived. Ryder had clocked her. He suspected she had clocked him clocking her and had been waiting to see whethe

“Now I see what you are and I can’t let you go. I’ve come to take you back.” The air grows still. I feel my wolf surge forward, ready to rip him apart, but Phoenix speaks first, her voice steady and filled with disdain. “You came to take me back?” She laughs bitterly, shaking her head. “Take me back to where Dylan? To the pack that cast me out? To live where I am nothing but a scapegoat for your insecurities? You wanted a perfect mate to prop up your ego and now that you see it stronger, you think you can breeze in? Like I’m some prize to be won?”

Gold swallows hard, focusing on his painting. He started this artwork more than two weeks ago. The lack of time hinders him from painting it perfectly, though as stated, at least it's done. "This is Phoenix in the Fire." He tells everybody, still looking at his work. The portrait is greatly inspired by the polaroid picture he took the first night he and Kolya slept together. The canvas size is 38"W x 75"H, it's big and he can't believe that he's showing this to the public.

Eion rolled his eyes at his friend. The goofy man faced me, “I am Phoenix, by the way. The only full Filipino here. Loud and proud.” He smiled, his teeth glistening against the sun. “Yeah, it's very obvious since you are so noisy. And the height said another handsome man butted in. I almost laughed, because she’s true. It seems that Phoenix is the shortest one here…well, almost at the same height as Theon but he Phoenix rolled his eyes, “Shut up, man. And me and my wife here Sereia owns some land properties and a farm at Gensan. I also am a great photographer.”

The pain in my chest was already at the maximum with worry about our pups, but to know that some women and children perished only made this nightmare truly horrific. Still, I had to choke all this down because Phoenix was a killing machine that no one could get close to. I wouldn’t let anyone get close to her. This was the retribution she needed and then we’d deal with this ‘Eden.’ I watched with bated breath to witness this piece of shit be sent to hell.

"That's impossible. He's dead. He died ten years ago." But I recognized him from the portraits lining the sanctuary's halls. Cassia's son. Kira's older brother. Marcus Phoenix's first attempt at creating a phoenix-wolf hybrid through torture instead of birth. "Cyrus," Marcus Phoenix breathed, and for the first time since I'd met him, he looked truly broken. The Shadow Walkers were using him like a living key, his corrupted phoenix fire eating through the sanctuary's wards from the inside out. Every scream that tore from his throat took another layer of protection with it.

And what I see has my eyes going wide as I suck in air. “What? What is it? Is it a bad burn?” he asks, looking down and trying to see what I see. When he sees, he frowns. “What is that?” “Mutual submission, like I said,” Phoenix says. Ajax’s chest from his neck to his groin and across both arms to his elbows is covered in an image of a phoenix in flight. Her tail feathers even extend down his thighs on both sides. It’s as if she’s tattooed his entire body with her image.