Rising Ashes Phoenix Novels & Stories

He asked, looking up at me, his brow arching. "Yeah, I can feel it, but Cedric did say it would respond to the royal bloodline. Maybe it isn't specific to the which bloodline." I explained, turning my attention back to my mate. Alora traced the images that had been carved into the wood, her brows pinching together. "From fire and ashes, a Phoenix shall rise," Alora whispered. "You can read that?" I asked, tilting my head as I watched her. She looked up at me through her lashes.

Teo asked as he directed his gaze towards Phoenix. “Because she is more than a curse, she is my friend.” Teo eyed Phoenix with suspicion. “There are rumors that you possess powers, is this true? The people say that you’re named Phoenix because you have the power to produce flames from your hands.” “The rumors are true,” Phoenix said as she came closer to them. “And if you ever insult me again,” flames licked the flesh of her right arm as she walked closer to him. “I’ll make sure not even your ashes remain.”

He performed a destructive spell pointed towards Alois yet failed destroying him when the said phoenix launched its body towards the attack. This made the phoenix lost its life. Its body turned into ashes after the attack. It made Alois mourn despite the victory and defeat of the conquerors. A painting of the phoenix can be seen hanging at the altar dedicated to it. The emperor usually visits it and it is also where the ashes of the said creature are placed.

He whispered and turned to leave the House. Azza and Phoenix were later together at the Bar. "What's that? I got hanged because of you!" Phoenix growled and gulped alcohol. "I don't understand Charlotte." Its opening. "What? You're fighting again !? It's always, nothing new!" Phoenix laughed. "No it's all about LUCIFER. He's not telling me anything about our friend. He suddenly cried earlier, Lucy said she was okay mentally but emotionally not. I'm confused putres." Asar said Azza.

Seeing what the six Protectors had done to Earth, the Protector made it her mission to go to earth and cleanse the planet from all its evil, even the evil the demoted protectors had brought with them. But it was not all in her favour as she died while battling with the first Protector, The King of Summer. When the Creator had seen this, he blessed the Phoenix with much more power and power of reincarnation. If the Phoenix dies then every five hundred Years it reincarnated till it fulfils its mission here on earth which was to get rid of the Protectors. So every time she was reincarnated she sets out to defeat the next protector and when she dies, she reincarnates after five hundred years to

Endless flames and demonic beasts poured out from the rift, plunging the mortal world into chaos and suffering. My father collapsed to his knees, looking at the devastation in despair. He knelt before me, weeping in remorse. “I’m sorry, Queenie. I’m really sorry. I wronged you and your mother, but these people are innocent. If you must kill, kill only me. Please spare them.” “They’re innocent, yet I’m not?” I laughed. “Did I deserve to have my one thousand years of cultivation destroyed? Did I deserve to be reduced to nothing? Did I deserve to die?”

I snapped, pushing past her to open the window wider. “Asphyxia. That's the medical term that covers the entire…concept of suffocation. Just so you know, you know. But it's not like I was trying to kill you, or me. We're too young, and I'm incapable of murder, you know that. I've only ever killed geckos since I was born…” She rambled, trailing off when she saw my death stare. I admit, I was more pissed at the fact that her charred whatever woke me up from my dream. I wished I heard everything my father had to say, but unfortunately, I got woken up abruptly.

The frost-field collapses into silver light— —and I’m back in the church. I gasp, nearly falling. Lucien catches me instantly. “I’ve got you,” he says, urgent. “I’ve got you.” My heart races. My skin hums. Ruby leans in. “What did it say?” I look at them—all of them. At the cracks in the altar.At the shattered wards.At the snow falling gently outside, like it’s pretending nothing changed. “It said,” I whisper, “that everyone’s coming.” Gideon closes his eyes. “Then Winterthorne won’t survive another night like this.”

For the first time since the climb had begun, there was silence. The glow along the seams of the spire had dimmed to a faint silver pulse, like embers cooling after a fire. The ash from the last dissolved shapes drifted down in slow spirals, catching in Ava’s hair and on the tips of Lyra’s blade before vanishing.

Threads of phoenix ash bound with dragonfire, woven so deeply into the foundation they pulsed like veins. Living wards. I’d only ever seen references in fragmented notes, the kind of scraps Headmaster Arx called fairy tales when I was a boy. Old Everley records were clear: such work was impossible, erased when the clans turned on each other. Yet here it was, breathing under my fingers, fire and ash fused in ways even Everley blood hadn’t dared try. And the maddening part? It wasn’t mine to unlock.