Phoenix X Edgeworth Novels & Stories

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace and the phoenix tattoo on her wrist that marked her rebirth. Rafael's intake of breath was audible. "Jesus, Natalie. You're..." "What?" "Perfect." He traced the tattoo with one finger, his touch feather-light. "This is beautiful. What does it mean?" The question hit her like a physical blow. The phoenix was everything—her death, her rebirth, her transformation from victim to avenger. It was the symbol of rising from ashes, of becoming something stronger and more dangerous than what came before. But she couldn't tell him that. So she gave him a version of the truth instead.

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.

I didn’t want to look at his face, but for some reason, I glanced at him with my eyes full of shattered dreams. It was pretty awkward, but the way he looked at me, he sort of dug deep into my soul and noticed my sadness. "Dismisssss," he ordered, dragging the S. They all walked past me while giving me a full stare. This might never have happened to him before, and that’s why they looked shocked. I knew for a fact that nobody has ever bothered Xavier when he was working. "What is this Phoenix?" He was slightly disappointed at me for ruining his perfect meeting. I scoffed and shook my head. I bet he noticed my unsettling gaze.