Risen Like A Phoenix Novels & Stories

I sighed, and she gave me a sad nod. "Yes, I need to go to my nesting area." She sighed, and I closed my eyes. As a phoenix, every six months she withered to the point of dying, and then she was reborn from the ashes. The first time it happened, she burned our bed, and it was not a pretty sight. After that, I built a place, which we called the nesting place, where she literally has a nest, where she burns and is reborn from her ashes. The whole process takes her two days, but she goes ahead of a day and returns to me when she is strong enough to move around, most of the time, a day or two after.

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

Something raw. My Dearest Caspian, She stopped. The ink bloomed on the paper like a bruise. I told you once that the Phoenix always finds its peace. I lied. The Phoenix is a creature of fire, and sometimes, the fire consumes everything it touches. Do not come looking for me. Do not let the Ares teams track this signature. I have discovered a part of the Dividend’s legacy that only I can dismantle, and to do it, I have to be the person I promised I’d never be again.

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.

A phoenix rising from flames. And beneath it, written in what looked like blood: "The true heir awakens." Father's roar of rage shook the entire house, but all I could think about was Derek's words. A caged phoenix. As I stared at the symbol, my skin began to burn like fire was trying to claw its way out from inside me.

He dropped the flame into the soil. Instead of burning, it bloomed a single wildflower unfurling from the earth, its petals glowing faintly gold. He smiled through the ache in his chest. “The Phoenix lives.” As he turned to leave, the sunrise broke across the valley, brilliant and endless fire and renewal, ashes and promise. And for the first time since the fire, Carson didn’t feel alone.

So perfect. "I don't know," I said. "I hadn't—hadn't decided. Didn't want to choose until I met him. Until I knew—knew who he was." "He's strong," Grace said. Touching the baby's tiny hand. "He's brave. He protected himself before being born. He chose when to come. He's—he's fighter. Like all of us." "What about Phoenix?" Reaper suggested. "Rising from ashes. Being reborn. Starting new. That's—that's what he represents. New beginning. New hope. New life after everything we've survived."

Athena rose from her bed with a dulling pain in her heart, one she tried so much to ignore but kept coming back. Everything about her was slowly succumbing to the absence of the annoying footman. She tried not to think too much of him but kept failing miserably every single time. She even snapped at Damien when he tried to make a joke about Alex's absence. She didn't want to be his mate but that didn't give anyone the right to talk carelessly about him in her presence.

She said…I didn’t even held the qualification to wash her clothes for her…. And I had congenital heart disease after all, I was even feebler than a new born baby. She took away my medicine for me and I died from an heart attack. That’s why I feel very sad and depressed when being abandoned… That’s why I feel very disappointed in those people who betrays me… If I can’t live freely, what’s the use of living… So, I decided that I will live myself properly…even if it means destroying the worlds. I will destroy those beasts into thousand pieces who betrayed me and those who abandoned me...” Yu Meng said, her face filled with determination and undisguised resentment flashed through her phoenix-nar

He opened another scroll, handing it to her, and my heart dropped as I read the Latin words that were stated. “Phoenix in plenilunio nascitur, unum ovum ponitur, et si eclypsis advenerit, exoritur datus. Phoenix sanguine nascitur, sed datus ex sole et luna annulari.” A phoenix is to be born on a full moon, one egg to be laid, and if an eclipse is to occur, it hatches giving the chosen one. A phoenix is born of phoenix blood, but a chosen one is of a sun and moon annular. I read, looking up at my mate whose eyes met the Lycan’s.