Slayer Phoenix Novels & Stories

Taking a step into the school hall way she felt a not so light tap on her back making her feel a wave of sting in her back. "Hey yo mama!" Phoenix Black screamed out in excitement. Lost in her thoughts, Cameron had almost forgotten she has a best friend. Whom despite her popularity had decided to pick someone has weak and pathetic as her as a friend. When they had first began hanging out together, Cameron had heard talks of her being used as a pawn by Phoenix. They had met in her last year during middle school, when she had been ganged up against by some girls in class. Phoenix had just recently arrived eclipse pack from black saints pack where her maternal grandmother lives. She was super w

“How is this possible. You—you were stabbed! You burned—your body—!” Solara frowned, looking down at herself. “I did?” She paused. I turned on Lily, rage and confusion crashing together inside me. “Explain. Now.” Lily finally exhaled, tension leaving her shoulders. She wiped ash from her sleeve. “Solara is a Phoenix.” The words didn’t make sense. “What?” “She’s immortal,” Lily continued calmly. “Or close enough. When a Phoenix dies, their body combusts, burns completely, and is reborn from the ashes.”

he repeated louder. Phoenix let out a shrill scream. "She's here. I will kill her!" She shouted as she flapped her flaming wings, directing it to propel her toward Starlight. Kayla saw her and immediately knew her intentions from the look in Phoenix's eyes. She ran in front of Starlight ready to protect her. Phoenix held out her left hand to her side and a flaming sword appeared in it which she raised in the air. She rose higher in the air sending loose stones and dust from the destroyed hotel flying all over the place.

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"

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.

A strong warrior, gifted in diplomacy, negotiation, and oration—and just a good fucking guy. But this? This mission is going to test him on everything he’s ever learned. And if he gets it wrong? It could cost him his life. While I start the marinade, Sebastián pulls out the ingredients for the individual chocolate lava cakes he and Lily perfected when he was a kid. We work in silence for a few minutes before I ask, “So, tell me about your partner.” “Phoenix. He’s a warrior from the Mother Coven. Most of his powers are fireballs and electrical shocks,” he says. “I didn’t really get to talk to him—too much buffing, cutting, and shining today.”

I know Blair was supposed to make me feel better, but honestly, she’s not helping. Blair’s experience is different from mine. She wanted to be Cades. She wanted out of the secret life she was forced to have as one of the handful of Phoenix shifters left. Phoenixes are considered ancient shifters and are thought to be extinct. Clearly, that’s not true, as Blair is right in front of me, and I’m one myself. Lycans are also considered ancient shifters. It makes me question some things that I was taught in the pack. Fantastic, now I’m questioning my upbringing and pack. I haven't been here for twenty-four hours. I already hate this place.

But the raging anger he was feeling right now, and trying everything he could to ensure he didn’t burn this damn academy to the ground was enough to have him take it out on one vampire—a vampire who dared to take his Syanna. They didn’t need Unici. They would do quite well on their own out there. But now... now he had to fight. Fight for Syanna and fight for their freedom. “Not so fast, Phoenix,” a high female voice said from behind him. Cole was already angry, he didn’t have time for any distraction. He didn’t even turn around. Instead, he ran towards her using supernatural speed, grabbing her by the throat as her feet lifted from the ground.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

the man named Spoil said, “that bitch.” All eyes snapped to me. “Yes,” Phoenix said. “The girl. And Jaguar.” Jaguar grinned. “You got me there, prez.” “But not just them,” Phoenix continued, drawing the stares away. “We’ve grown fat and fucking happy, haven’t we boys?” Murmurs of agreement. “Been nice, being at peace,” Phoenix continued. “Been fucking nice reaping the rewards of our blood, sweat, and fucking piss.” More agreement from the crowd. I could instantly see why Phoenix was their leader. He seemed tough, but he sure as hell seemed to know how to control a room.