Rising Ashes Phoenix Novels & Stories

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

It was different having them be so calm about me touching someone else, but it was a welcomed change. “We obviously didn’t even know Phoenix existed,” I continued, “and there’s nothing for me to go on here, so you’re going to have to really spell it out.” “A Phoenix lifespan is typically a thousand years, give or take,” Connor let go of my hands and leant back, “at the end of our lifecycle, we are drawn to our Keeper. If I die as a Phoenix, I normally just go through a rebirth, and regenerate. Now that I’ve connected with my Keeper, if I die there are two outcomes. I either turn to ash, and that’s the end of me, or my Keeper, keeps me. You’d light my body on fire when I die, or my ashes, and

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.

I look at the lights of Hallowpine flickering back to life, at the town trying to pretend it didn’t just blink. “They wanted me declared unstable,” I say quietly. “Instead, they destabilized themselves.” Ruby grins. “Never underestimate what happens when the story slips out of their hands.” Somewhere in the dark, Gideon is planning his next move. And somewhere deeper, something old and patient is watching him do it. The aftershocks have started,and Hallowpine is about to learn that once a fault line wakes up, it doesn’t go back to sleep.

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.

A bright streak of light cut across the darkness, then another, and another—flashes of gold and red wings tearing through the smoke. The Phoenixes. Kayla froze where she stood, the torch still in her hand. The biggest phoenix swooped low, its heat washing over me even from the pyre. The air roared with its cry. Kayla stumbled backward, her confident smirk vanishing in a heartbeat. “Protect your Queen!” she shouted. The phoenix let out another shriek, the ground trembling as its talons brushed the stones. The flames around the pyre scattered into sparks. Kayla screamed, dropping the torch. It rolled across the ground.

The storm outside was less fierce now, but the embers of Phoenix still glowed in the dark, waiting for wind. ---