Phoenix X Maya Novels & Stories

"You're positive? Because she is also half fae and you said you were almost certain the mother was a mortal." Vimpir questions. "There is one more way to be 100%. If she has a rain drop shaped birth mark right behind her left shoulder." Jameson replies. "May I?" Vimpir asks coming over to me. I give him a small nod before he walks behind me and easily slides my hair away from my shoulder. "Well, I'll be damned." he states.

When I see her eyes grow brighter and I know I am now looking into the eyes of her phoenix. “Hello, my king.” I’m taken aback. Now It’s my turn to blush. She places her hand on my cheek and I look at her. “To answer your question. A phoenix’s heat is nothing like a dragon’s. We are worse, much worse. We will combust in to flames like a beacon to call you to us. It is known that any unmated that comes to us will be burnt. Only our mate can walk through the flames to claim us. When you do, there is a process before we mate, similar to your rutting, but we mate in both forms. Marked in both forms. Same as any other heat, we will not stop until I am carrying our hatchling. Make no mistake, it wi

Then she inclined her head, letting the white strands of her hair fall forward like a veil of mist. “The Goddess showed me fragments,” she said softly, as if she was speaking to herself as much as to me. “The Phoenix Wolf will rise from the ashes, but not alone. It will walk beside the Golden Wolf, and the blessed Fae will shine in their path. Together, they will carry fire into shadow, and light into despair.”

The other stripper before her grimaced. “Yeah, like she’d be proud you’re using her name for this job.” “Oh come on! Sex work is work!” Rose defended loudly. “How about you? What’s with Euphoria, pale girl?” She then turned to me when the latter ignored her. “She’s Cath. Am I right?” Another girl, whom I heard is Giana aka Victoria batted her eyes at me. Shyly, I nodded. “She’s young and she goes to school so she’s smart. Give it to her if she wants the name Euphoria.”

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.

“Maya Sterling is not someone you play games with. She’s been through hell. Her father’s death, the bankruptcy, the accident that stole her memories. She doesn’t need some opportunist using her for business connections or whatever it is you’re really after.” “I’m not using her.” “No? Then what are you doing?” The question hangs there. I can’t answer it honestly without revealing everything. “I’m interested in her company’s work,” I say carefully. “And yes, I find her personally interesting as well. Is that a crime?” “That depends on your intentions.” Cameron’s voice drops lower. “See, I’ve been doing some digging. Phoenix Tech is real, I’ll give you that. But it’s suspiciously bare. No histo

"And so will you, because Marcus won't let you die. And I'll be here. Waiting for you to come home." She took Maya's hand. "You survived the mountains," Nan said. "You survived Damson. You survived the Collective. You'll survive the Phoenix too." That afternoon, Maya recorded a video. Agent Cross filmed it. Secret location. No one else around. Maya looked directly into the camera. "My name is Maya Johnson," she said. "And I have something to tell you about the Phoenix." She revealed everything. The plan to crash the economy. The timeline. The members. The weapons. The AI. The digital currency.

"But Selena and Sophie—" "Are leverage," Maya finished. "To bring us back. To finish what the ritual started." Shadow Walkers howled in the distance. Getting closer. We had minutes, maybe less. "We can't fight them all," Derek admitted. "Not like this. I'm too weak, and you're both running on fumes." He was right. The twin fire display had drained us. The flight, the battle, the emotional toll—we were empty vessels trying to pour from nothing. Then Maya did something unexpected. She pulled out a vial from her belt—condensed phoenix essence, pure and ancient.

"The one who rises from the ashes. The one who breaks the cycle. The one who saves the world." "I don't understand." She smiles. It's a sad smile. "You will," she says. "Soon. But first—you have to find the files." "The Phoenix Files?" "Yes." "Where are they?" She leans closer. Her voice drops to a whisper. "Beneath the mountain," she says. "Where it all began. Where the first Receptor was born. Where the veil was first created." "Where is that?" She smiles. It's a sad smile. "You already know."

A voice boomed — deep, overlapping, the echo of a hundred shipwrecks speaking at once — directly into our minds: “THE ANCIENT PACT IS BROKEN… THE PHOENIX AND THE WOLF HAVE BEGOTTEN THE KEY TO THE DEPTHS…” Maya’s grip tightened on my arm — and the golden fire of her mark blazed forth, pushing back the mental shadow that sought to crush the room.