Romans & histoires Rising Ashes Phoenix

"Okay, Angela. We'll leave together." … Three days later, Silas flew to Helvetia for an academic conference. The very next day, I signed my discharge papers. Wayne arranged for an ambulance to take me directly to Kingspoint Hospital. The first time I met Richard Charrick was in the ICU consultation room. He flipped through my medical files, his frown deepening with every page. "Chemical inhalation injury from ten years ago, followed by pulmonary fibrosis… What kind of treatment have you been using all these years?"

Data from the stolen drive streamed open in silent code. “Anything?” she asked. He scrolled. “Encrypted archives, inner‑circle memos, one labelled Project Ashes. You were right…he’s rewriting history. There’s also a date… two weeks from now. Hard‑tagged on every file.” “What event?” “File names reference a launch: Phoenix Initiative. Some kind of corporate merger or unveiling.” Evelyn stared out the window. “Then we have fourteen days to bury a phoenix.” Adrian’s POV

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

“You were right. Thank you for telling me" She waved my thanks away before kneeling down in front of me, “Don't worry too hard about it. I lost so much all those years ago and somehow I'm happy, satisfied now. I think it's the burning, when the Phoenix rises up from the ashes" she smiled. Her words cultivated a strength I couldn't explain and I nodded, “That has to be it" there was no way all this pain would be for nothing. She left me a few minutes later and I laid there, pieces of me laid around and I couldn't help but visualize her words. The Phoenix rising from the ashes, a story everyone knew - would it be mine.

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace and the phoenix tattoo on her wrist that marked her rebirth. Rafael's intake of breath was audible. "Jesus, Natalie. You're..." "What?" "Perfect." He traced the tattoo with one finger, his touch feather-light. "This is beautiful. What does it mean?" The question hit her like a physical blow. The phoenix was everything—her death, her rebirth, her transformation from victim to avenger. It was the symbol of rising from ashes, of becoming something stronger and more dangerous than what came before. But she couldn't tell him that. So she gave him a version of the truth instead.

By sunset, only Adrian’s people remained. Adrian led her inside, his sharp gaze was all over her. The grand entrance boasted a massive chandelier, dripping with crystal, reflecting light across marble floors polished to perfection. A staircase curled up to the second floor, its golden railings gleaming under the dim lights. Art pieces hung on the walls. There was no doubt this was the home of someone who controlled everything within its walls. "Listen carefully, Seraphina," Adrian finally spoke, turning to face her. "There are rules you will follow if you intend to stay here. Break them, and we will have problems."

While I thought I would be afraid to see the beasts so close, I'm actually in awe. A phoenix bursts into flame near one of the training rings, wings spreading wide before settling back into a controlled burn. A moon serpent slithers past me following their bonded. It hisses in my direction, almost as if it knows I don't belong here. A massive wolf-like creature stalks beside its bonded, eyes glowing faintly as it watches everything. There are so many beasts everywhere that my eyes don't know where to land and I am utterly and completely starstruck. Something winged circles overhead, but way too fast to track.

*Puchi* Pazuzu looked at the hand sticking out his back with wide eyes filled with disbelief. His body screamed in pain as his heart, for his heart was smelted by the great fire of the phoenix; yet Pazuzu refused to accept his fate. He screamed in anger and slapped Asherah’s chest, flattening the giant orbs that threatened to spill out momentarily and sending her slamming into the ground! *Boom*

He sat down in front of her, motioning to her chest. She could feel the scars there, even though they didn’t hurt anymore. But for some reason, she wasn’t ashamed of them. They were her determination, her resilience, and her love. Slowly, she nodded, removing the fur around her shoulders. Kashor looked over the wounds and then smiled. “Like us, you carry the markings of your story. Now, I mark you as this.” He began to draw lines with the ash of the stick, incorporating her scars. “There are fires that burn too bright, they blind and go out without being truly seen. You, my beautiful, mythical Princess, are simply reborn stronger. You weep for those fallen and raise them, carrying them with

She would find Camille Kane, the phoenix who had already risen once from the ashes of a life destroyed. And phoenixes were not afraid of fire.