Rise Of The Phoenix Book Novels & Stories

I wondered, as I stared up at the sky, who would come out on top or would we lose everything. VERITY I flexed my hand, feeling nothing but softness underneath, not just underneath; all around me. Lazily I slid my eyes open and saw nothing but white surrounding me, and rubbing my cheek against Shamshiel’s downy feathers, marveling at the softness against my skin. His wing shifted, opening slowly, and I saw his bare torso, the muscles rippling as his wing moved. I felt like I was coming out of a cocoon and looked up into his face, a small smile on his lips. In his hands he had the Bible. I raised a brow at his choice of reading.

"Which is fine. You're allowed to be scared. But don't pretend it's realism when it's actually self-protection." Rhys wanted to argue, wanted to insist that Phoenix was wrong, that his caution had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with practical assessment of the situation. But before he could formulate a response, R called out from across the room. "Papa! I found a book about ladies! It's called 'Pride and Prejudice.' Is this about the lady who makes you weird?" Phoenix barely suppressed a laugh while Rhys closed his eyes and prayed for patience. "No, buddy," he said. "That's a different kind of story. About different kinds of ladies. From a long time ago."

"What has this got anything to do with me?" Chase could not understand the woman in front of him. Why would she say all these in the arena? "Before that, allow me to share a secret with you. The male and female phoenixes were supposed to be one." Chase was about to say something when Yara interrupted him, "The Rising of the Phoenix is not only about enhancing power after rebirth; it's a process of a male turning into a female and vice versa.

Phoenix pitifully looked at her but Evelyn rolled her eyes and was about to leave her room since Phoenix won't leave when Phoenix spoke in a loud tone. “Wife, help me take a bath and dress me up! I can't move my legs!” He shouted, making Evelyn almost vomit in blood out of anger. “I swear Phoenix Phoenix Valcarcel, I'll kill you if you dare to open your mouth!” END OF CHAPTER 30

“They stole the Phoenix while it was still an infant. They stole it and they raised it. When the Great War began the Phoenix was just a child. However, what the order failed to realize was that after a certain point in its growth, the Phoenix begins to recall its past. They used the infant to destroy their enemies and get the upper hand. The only reason they never managed to win was because as the war reached its climax, the Phenix had grown considerably older and had regained enough of its memories to turn on the Order.” I listen in stunned silence. This is not something I've ever heard before. “What happened to it?” I ask after a beat. Damon rubs his hand over his mouth, “It’s a part of na

"ASHES TO EMPIRE: Breaking Free from a Legacy of Violence" By Jaxon and Isla Winters. We each took a copy. Held it. Felt the weight of it. "We wrote a book," I whispered. "We really did." The cover was beautiful. Simple. Powerful. Dark background. Our title in bold letters. A phoenix rising from ashes. Perfect. We sat on the couch and read it. Cover to cover. Every word we'd written. Every truth we'd exposed. Every moment of pain and healing. It was surreal seeing it in print.

After saying her prayers, she left the window side and tried reading some books to shift her mind off everything going on at that moment. She opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a book titled 'The Ascendants Of The White Phoenix.' It was a book about the creation of the white phoenix pack and the past Alphas who had ruled the pack. Vanessa was so invested in the book that it made her eyes glued to the pages of the book for hours.

The fragrance of herbs and incense filled my nostrils as Hella opened her wooden door. My eyes widened at the wall of shelves full of jars of numerous ingredients. “Have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” Hella said with a snicker. Making my way into her small living room I sat down on a velvet settee and waited for her to join me. Hella's joints popped as she sank beside me. “You have Phoenix blood and awakened it by being roasted I'm thinking,” she blurted with a toothy grin. Dumbfounded, I just stared at her.

But they are not prepared for what is coming next. Phoenix, her name screams through my mind like a wave of fire. The bond surges and sparks, as if it had a life of its own. I can feel the tremor of her strength, the flicker of her will. Lucas is alive with the energy of our connection, a storm of power and loyalty. And in this moment, I know what is coming next would hit.