Poisonous Phoenix Novels & Stories

(Five years later) Lyra’s POV I leaned against the dark tinted window of my limousine as it drove past the City. My reflection stared back at me, my face covered with a Phoenix shaped mask that only allowed my eyes and mouth to be seen, it was my Trademark. The world now knew me as The Phoenix, the name wasn't just branding. It was my story. I had risen from destruction, rebuilt by hands that should never have held me together, and now the very fire that consumed me was now my fuel and weapon.

Pussies. “So, where are we headed next?” I ask as I walk behind her back towards Lupus Rock. She doesn’t stop or answer. I move closer to her and see the icy stare from her flame like eyes. I know she is in a lot of pain, but she is using that pain to fuel her. Most would say that isn’t healthy, but that’s the thing about Phoenixes. They use that pain, rage, grief and turn it into fire.

They shielded their faces, hissing, their pale skin reflecting the light like mirrors. One—braver or more foolish than the rest—made the mistake of testing the barrier. The scream that tore from his throat was something beyond agony. His flesh didn't burn—it incinerated, blackening and curling away from bone in seconds. The Phoenix fire didn't consume him like ordinary flame; it rejected him, repelled him with violent force. He recoiled, clutching what remained of his hand, the stump cauterized and smoking. His screams echoed across the courtyard, a warning written in blood and ash.

Their fear of Gideon deepened. "Stop! I'll talk! I'll talk!" "That's more like it!" Gideon withdrew the golden needles. Arlo gasped for breath, his face pale and weak as he spoke, "It's frenzy poison! Frenzy poison!" Gideon and Umbra exchanged a look. Then, Gideon asked, "What do you know about frenzy poison?" "It's said that once poisoned, the victim will go insane, lose control, and eventually die when their body completely burns out."

“It’s fox fire poison you idiots. She’s being cooked from the inside out. Ice outside her body does nothing.” “Yes sir.” “Focus on where the poison entered her body.” “Yes sir. “Heal the girl properly or I will find better healers!” “Fox fire poison?” I turned to Nok, “What’s that?” “It’s the poison that wounded our father.” Nok spoke low making sure not to disturb the healers. “It’s very rare and depending on where you’re hurt it can take hours or months to kill you.” “It’s treatable though?” I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring myself or looking for validation on what I had just done.

was the first one’s response. He placed his finger on the page and instantly the inky blackness melted away, revealing the inside of Poisonous Poison’s bar. It was a place where beings like her went when they wanted alcohol to drink or something more, away from prying eyes. That’s something more was literally poison. You see, Poison was one of the mutated people created after a chemical explosion spread DNA-altering rain and fog all over the world. She developed a poisonous touch due to the DNA mutation.

The smug look in Elise's eyes made my whole body tremble with rage. In my previous life, when I heard her say this, I had curiously examined the mushroom in her hand. As someone who grew up in rural Aethoria, I immediately realized something was off. This wasn't just any poisonous mushroom. It was a fly agaric with strong hallucinogenic properties. If consumed carelessly, it could kill someone. I told Elise the truth and even showed her news articles about people dying after eating those poisonous mushrooms. She had been terrified and immediately threw the mushroom into the trash.

The specific scent of his cologne mixed with autumn air. The brushstroke wavered again became a muddy smudge. I stepped back, gripping the brush like a weapon. "Work,"I whispered to the empty room. "Just work." I turned to a half finished piece from weeks before a swirl of cool blues and grays. I had called it Equilibrium. I tried to lose myself in blending it. My hand jerked severally, A slash of pure, violent phthalo blue cut across the delicate gradients, ruining the composition. A gasp escaped me. It was a perfect metaphor for everything. Austin had ruined the composition of my life.

So to confirm it, he asked, “What is your age Phoenix?” Harry asked on which what Phoenix said cleared Harry’s doubt that Phoenix is Sebastian’s split personality. “I was born on the day when I lost mom,” Phoenix said. Harry who heard this thought, that maybe Phoenix would tell him that what happened that day, because Sebastian told nobody about that day. “Phoenix what happened that day?” Harry asked on which Phoenix, who heard this, went from there saying nothing. From that day, Harry came to know that Phoenix is the only one who was saving girls/women by attacking those rapists and drug addicts. Harry told everything to Sanjeev and Lavanya, Lavanya who heard this said,

My shirt is trying to strangle the life out of me and my porridge is climbing back up my throat. “Breathe Rose. Deep breaths, good girl. In, and out. That’s it.” Phoenix’ voice sounds muffled like he is under water and my pulse flutters in my ears as I heave and shake trying take in air. When I look up into Phoenix’ eyes they change. The pupils grow massive and his normally dark brown iris flecks with bright, burning gold. It’s both beautiful and terrifying, and absolutely not normal. Oh God, I really can’t breathe. I'm going to die.