Romans & histoires Rise Of The Phoenix Book

Thank you so much for reading my first ever book, I leave you with the first chapter from Rise of a Queen - book 2 for your enjoyment. RISE OF A QUEEN - BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – A New Kingdom. LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come.

Then, he asked, “Tyr, I can almost be certain that your mother still remembers you. She’s still the same, you know. She wasn’t fully brainwashed by Ulricus.” Tyr was stunned for a few seconds before a trace of joy flashed through his heart. He asked, “Are you sure?” “Yup..” Xavion nodded heavily. “I’m positive. Tyr, the magic book is about to be born. I’m going to find out where the book will be born. You should wait for me here.” With that, Xavion’s body started burning with flames once more, but this time the flames had transformed into a phoenix. He leaped and jumped on the back of the Phoenix.

I answered. "It's Arthur Hill. Phoenix’s dad."

The sight dragged me violently back into memory. Her body on the floor. Still. Too still. No breath. No pulse. The sound my brothers made—raw, broken—still echoed in my chest. Even my mother’s awakening hadn’t been enough to pull us back from that abyss. And then… light. Heat. Power. Like fire kissed by life itself. Rose’s body glowing, her chest rising, her strength returning in a way that defied death. A Phoenix reborn. The present rushed back as Rose gently squeezed my mother’s hands, whispering words of gratitude before stepping away. Her eyes found mine immediately.

The resistance and I prepared meticulously, bracing ourselves for the confrontation that would define the future. As the meeting unfolded, tension crackled in the air. The Phoenix's leaders spoke with unwavering confidence, outlining their vision of a world in chaos, of power consolidated in their hands. The moment was ripe, and we seized it. I stepped forward, armed with irrefutable evidence, and confronted the leaders of The Phoenix. Their faces contorted with shock and disbelief as I revealed the secrets I had unearthed, tearing apart the illusion they had meticulously constructed. Pandemonium erupted as their true nature was laid bare. Chaos enveloped the room, as The Phoenix's members s

“Then let the fox lead the flames.” And so, the family remained in the sanctuary with Neris and Joren, listening to stories, reading old tomes, and unsealing small vaults of lost knowledge. Together, they sparked something greater than vengeance. They rekindled hope. The Phoenix Clan had fallen in fire. Now, it would rise through it.

“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

The doorframe was sparkling reddish orange, as though flames could burst out of it at any moment. I couldn’t see through to the other side. It was darkness. But seeing something other than the meadows with sunlight, made my anticipation rise. I sat back down upon the meadows and placed the heavy ancient tome on my lap, taking a deep breath. One last time, I thought. Looking down again at the book, I began to murmur again, filled with a newfound determination. I wasn’t sure how long it took. But for the last time I rose again. “I’m ready.”

The mist in Puncak was not like the mist in Paris. In the French capital, the fog felt like a romantic veil, a soft blur that turned the city into a painting. Here, amidst the charred ruins of the Zea estate, the mist felt like cold breath against the back of Serena’s neck—the exhalation of a mountain that had witnessed her family’s destruction.

I’m tired of them already and I haven’t even spoken to them since that day they came. Dinner scent drifts from the kitchen, a mix of meat, herbs and something sweet. It should tempt me, but it doesn’t. My stomach knots instead of growling. All I want is silence, the house empty with just me inside, that should make me feel better. The book in my hand feels heavier than it should. I couldn’t find any book in the library that talked about fated mates no matter how long I looked, finally I saw this book that tells a story about the moon goddess and her love, hopefully it says something about how she created the fated mate bond…..fingers crossed.