Phoenix X Maya Novels & Stories

He’s fought for the freedom of his people, and it shows. Then there’s Maeve. Witch-bear shifter hybrid. Loud, opinionated, and unfiltered. Tied to Hecate and Artio, the Celtic bear goddess. She’s not as skilled with weapons, but her magic is something else. She's the best at channeling our Throne powers—especially the heat blasts. Oh, yeah. We’ve got powers now. We can channel searing heat through our hands—hot enough to melt diamonds. We can lob those blasts like projectiles. We’ve got minor healing skills, teleportation over short distances, and a lot of raw energy humming under our skin.

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”

"No." Lucas went still. Maya stepped around him and walked away without looking back. She returned to her dorm exhausted, ready to fall into her bed. The screen of her laptop glowed softly with a new email notification. Her heartbeat quickened as she opened it. The first line appeared. Congratulations. Then her eyes moved lower. Silverclaw Academy has approved your transfer request. Immediate enrollment is advised. Maya stared at the screen. Relief flooded through her. It was happening. She could leave…actually leave Mooncrest, the whispers, the pity and Lucas Blackwood

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

the doctor said before excusing herself. The two sat down on the chairs before releasing a sigh of relief. The two just sat in silence, neither knowing what to say. "I'll call his parents," Callum said, breaking the silence. Keane just nodded. Callum wasn't close with Lian's parents but their business partners with his father so they kept in contact. Callum wasn't particularly close with his father either, and any chance of a relationship forming was nulled when he came out. Now he and his father have a strict business relationship. Callum dialed the number and anxiously waited for Lian's mother to answer the call.

“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

"Okay then, jump in." Soon enough, they are riding through the streets in silence. May was too busy admiring houses they passed while he was focused on the road ahead. When he got tired of the silence, he turned on the radio. Madison Beer's song 'Dead' started playing. The music filled the car, the words pouring out of the radio. "You said, you can't live without me. Then why ain't you dead yet? Why are you still breathing?" He was whistling to the song, obviously enjoying it. May didn't feel the same way. She could only hear the lyrics and it brought back old memories that melted her heart. Her soul was burning.

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!"