Risen Like A Phoenix Novels & Stories

To lighten the mood, I asked, "So you can be anything you want to be, eh? That's gotta be cool." He wasn't expecting the shift in topic and the sudden change made him laugh. That seductive laugh of his could get me into trouble. "What's the coolest thing you've turned into?" I rested my chin in my hand as I watched him contemplate the answer. A wide grin stretched across that gorgeous face, and it made his eyes light up. "A phoenix." Apparently, what makes the Phoenix so cool is that they have the ability when injured to burn themselves to ashes just to return to their normal state completely healed. It sounded painful to me.

They were weapons. The only flowers were calla lilies. Thousands of them. White, funereal, and stark, their scent a cloying, chemical memory of a wedding that had never been. And in the center of it all, the pièce de résistance, the first thing the critics would see, was the "Phoenix Rising" collection. Her biography. Her confession. Her declaration of war. "They are animals," a voice, dry as paper, said from her side.

But then I heard myself answering her question. "Phoenix is a mythological creature. It emerged as a new and stronger bird from something that has been destroyed. That was me. A long time ago. I died and rose from my own ashes." I stood up and got a slice of pizza. "Wow." I heard Mamba say. "I'll just take a bath." I said and left them. I could still hear the jolly voice of Mamba, asking the same question to Sphinx. I shook my head. She doesn't seem to be tired from our boxing session.

“Phoenix.” I blinked. “What?” She sat up, eyes wide with excitement. “Phoenix! You know, like the mythical bird that burns to ashes and rises stronger than ever? It’s literally you, Kehlani.” I chewed on my bottom lip. “It’s… not bad.” “Not bad? It’s genius,” Mira declared. “Think about it. You were knocked down, burned, betrayed—but you’re coming back. Not just coming back, rising. Like a phoenix. And you’re going to be bigger, better, and more untouchable than ever.”

"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.

Someone undefined by either past trauma or present revenge. My phone buzzed one final time. Alexander again: *Looking forward to tomorrow. The phoenix rises not just from ashes, but toward something greater.* For the first time since the Rose's men had nearly claimed my life, I found myself genuinely curious about what that "something greater" might be.

Everyone felt the air suddenly becoming more turbulent and even the earth was shaking slightly. "Swoosh!" The sound of a phoenix cry that was sharp enough to shatter metals echoed in the sky. A gigantic phoenix flew across the sky leaving purple flames in its trail, as it looked down on everyone on the ground. With a flip of its wings, flames ignited the entire sky. It was the Eternal Phoenix Scripture -- Rise of the Phoenix! The phoenix dashed toward the burning serpent with a destructive energy. "Boom!" Accompanied by a loud explosion, the flames soon grew out of control. Everyone could see clearly the burning serpent being torn into pieces and devoured by the phoenix.

Merea shielded her eyes with her hands as she moved back from the flame that was beginning to take the shape of a rising phoenix, the very kind that was the center of the Eyrotian coat of arms. Goyre stood to her feet as she beheld the phoenix. It opened its mouth to screech and its voice was deafening. Beneath the Phoenix, knelt by Basten’s side. As she fell from Goyre’s temple to Eyrotia she suddenly felt something that felt like a lock fall from her neck. And as she got close enough to see Basten with Goyre’s sword over his neck her rage had filled her body with so much power that it felt like flames replaced the blood in her veins. As her anger grew, she heard a loud screech, looked up a

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of