Rising Ashes Phoenix Novels & Stories

The Ash Mirror Network: A magical communication web used by leaders—only the trusted few can “let the ash speak.” 🔥 The Phoenix Guard Oh yeah, baby. They're real. Only 500 Phoenix Shifters exist. 200 of them are sworn to the Ashen Directive. They are mythical, flame winged warriors that can rebirth from death and incinerate entire battalions. Most of the realm believes they’re extinct. The Accord would shit their cloaks if they knew the Ash had them in waiting. They are called: The Emberwing Phalanx 🔥 Motto: “From ash, we rise.”

I had to be vigilant to ensure she didn't make a rash decision with repercussions that would shatter us both. Asher has found a way to take down the demon, Caspian informed me through the mind-link as I moved toward Kaida’s bed. I paused mid-stride. How? Fire. Unnatural fire. Phoenix fire. I turned to face him, my brow furrowing. And where am I supposed to procure a Phoenix at a moment like this?

Author’s POV: “Aramis! I want you to accept my demise as it is and move on. Staying with the thoughts of me and remembering me every second of your life would do you no good. It is only pulling you back from doing amazing things with your kids that you can,” Phoenix whispered in his ears as he slept in his tent. Part of the reason he camped in the mountains was that he knew he will get to see Phoenix a lot. But it wasn’t much since he would normally have dreams about her every time he sleeps.

I shake my head no. “The phoenix is a mysterious bird. It’s special. Like you. It has a strong love for its people. It gives the people its power. She rises above them. She brings death to life. You do that, Mia. You will bring life to us. Our Phoenix queen will protect us with your love and healing. You will allow us to once again, rise from the ashes and be reborn. Would you like that?” He studies my face. I nod yes and give him a quick glance.

“Phoenix.” “It’s a cool name.” “It’s time to go.” Ashton’s sudden appearance startled her. She turned to see him standing a few feet behind her. She nodded and turned to leave with him; neither man even looked at the other. She felt Phoenix’s gaze burning into her back as she retreated. She couldn’t help asking, “What happens to him?” “Killed. We just need to find the right weapon.” She didn’t ask any more.

They wondered how someone so young could build such an impressive reputation in antiquities and stone gambling, making them question if some people were truly born under lucky stars. "I lost… I lost again," Aspen laughed bitterly, her face deathly pale. The higher her confidence had soared before, the more crushing her defeat felt now. Typically, as the proud heiress of Bridgefields' Stevens family, Aspen would never admit defeat. However, Andrew's final move with the Blood Phoenix Cicada completely shattered her pride and confidence.

The heart of Ash Valley didn’t just burn—it dissolved, melting the air and scorching the very souls of those who dared stand within it. Ozone and sulfur clawed at Phoenix’s lungs, each inhalation a knife. She stood atop the jagged obsidian dais, three blackened scrolls vibrating violently in her hands, humming like predators circling unseen prey. Below, molten magma glowed with a brutal red, the ash above igniting into ember-like stars, falling as though the sky itself was bleeding.

They both got to a temple and Ashley halted. The entrance of the temple had fire spiraling around it and that made Phoenix scared. Ashley noticed her fear and squeezed her hand assuredly. " Don't be scared, my dear. Come with me " She smiled and Phoenix nodded, holding her hand tighter. To her surprise, they both entered the temple without being touched by the fire. " Wow," She exclaimed. Phoenix's face beamed on seeing the enormous statue of a Phoenix bed whose eyes were burning fire. Its wings were spread out like it was rising from their ashes.

You seem like someone who has spent too much time chasing their destiny. A tiny smile tightened her lips, but she remained silent. Now their issues were more serious. The sharp peaks of the Ashen Spires towered in the distance as she looked beyond the horizon. As though sensing her uncertainty, the shard pulsed softly in her backpack. As the sun began to set, the sky turned scarlet and amber, and they paused to rest. Zara discovered a safe haven behind a crooked tree, its twisted branches extending like skeletal fingers into the darker sky.

"Enough of this nonsense!" Samuel held out a protective arm towards Dana and stomped on Nina's ashes. "I'm warning you! Stop this at once! You think some flour will trick me?" "Ah—! Move aside!" I slumped to the ground, hitting his leg away. His leg did not move, so bit into it! Samuel grunted and lifted his leg up. "What a psycho." I carefully scooped Nina's ashes back into her urn. Some of the firemen could not bear to watch it. Some of them even bent down and helped me.