Phoenix X Maya Novels & Stories

Nyra’s POV ‘Why do I feel like there were a whole lot of things that had happened and…’ “You have questions,” Serenyx’s voice echoed calmly in my mind, “and you will have your answers. But first… let’s give Silas a taste of what’s coming.” Her words boosted my morale. ‘How?’ I asked. She chuckled softly, “You’re stronger than you think, Nyra. A phoenix doesn’t need to be taught how to burn”

She could leave…actually leave Mooncrest, the whispers, the pity and Lucas Blackwood For the first time since the rejection, Maya allowed herself to believe that another future might exist beyond the pain.

My assistant, Kiara, greets me with a cheerful smile. "Morning, Spencer! It’s a big day today. The investors are coming soon." I nod, my mind already fast-forwarding to the presentation. "Let’s make sure everything is flawless. I want to impress them!" Kiara agrees, and we dive into finalizing the details. Our collection, named "Eclipse," is truly a work of art—a captivating blend of bold, edgy shapes and graceful, sophisticated touches. As we work, the studio is alive with energy. Designers and assistants move about, all focused on a common goal: showcasing the best of Design Door.

Thank God the music was loud enough that only a few people nearby even glanced our way. “You know what, Maya? I have a plan.” “Whatever dirty plan is running through that head of yours, I’m out,” I replied, gripping my beer tighter. “I already gave in and came here with you. End of discussion.” “Tsk! Such a fucking killjoy,” she groaned. “What are you gonna do? Just sit here like a nun? We’re in a bar, Maya! We’re supposed to flirt, meet hot guys, and hopefully get properly fucked by the end of the night.”

He was a higher being like the moon goddess, except he was everything fire—his hair, his eyes and his very aura. The third picture was a girl—much younger, but she looked a lot like Amaris with blue eyes. The only difference was that her hair was dark and held a blue hue. She was beautiful. She was so gorgeous that Syanna almost felt jealous. Symphony was scribbled under the picture, and she was the blue phoenix. But what struck her the most, was the final picture. Because it was Cole. She was sure of it. Nothing about him was different. His golden eyes, just like Helios’, his dark hair and the very shape of his face. Anyone could’ve said it was a coincidence, but his name was scribbled unde

Jyrki questions, watching Phoenix who looks at him like she’s baffled by what he said. “He won’t hurt me, you and Alpha Jon pwotect me. If he eber tooked me it wouldn’t work, I neber use my power against Mumma Raben or Mumma Liliana’s people.” Phoenix holds her arms out when I grab her under her arms and place her on the horse, making sure she has a good grip on the saddle.

Phoenix looked down at the burning bodies and with a sweep of her hand extinguished the flames. “The greed of Ptakkagaris,” she said under her breath, her red mouth pressed into a thin, hard line. “And they left no blood for me to take.” She walked around Ezra’s body and came to a stop in front of Maggie’s dying body. Her red brows shot up and her eyes shone with interest. “What is this now?” she wondered aloud as she bent to examine the blackened body. Maggie remained rooted to the spot. The goddess was right in front of her, only two feet away, examining her past dying self. Phoenix cocked her head and twitched her ear.

I never took risks, never did anything that could jeopardise everything I am doing to survive, I spent my time working and then going home to my small one bed apartment, and even at work I took no risks, accepting a job in a back office; where I would see no one and no one to see me. you may be wondering why I take no risks, why live on take out and microwave meals, it's because I can't afford to be found, my parents did everything they could to hide me. To keep me out of the place I know is out there, to keep me away from the supernatural. Not because I wasn't one of them, but because I was the last of my kind. the last phoenix shifter. Many believe my kind is lost and perhaps we are, my p

MAYA Is this what power feels like? Is this what I'm supposed to become? Xander gasped as another surge of energy hit him, this one even stronger than before. His knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground. His fingers clawed at the earth as he tried to steady himself against the overwhelming force flowing through him. "Maya!" he managed to gasp out, though his voice was strained and barely recognizable. "Don't... don't stop! This is... this is what we need!"