Slayer Phoenix Novels & Stories

Phoenix, exuding his characteristic British charm, adds with an overflow of enthusiasm, "Bloody brilliant, Blaze! You've been searching for her for ages. Tell us everything!" Blaze's lips curls upward in response to the unadulterated joy radiating from his friends. His history with Dexter and Phoenix spanned years, a tale marked by shared experiences and unwavering camaraderie, a bond that had weathered storms and triumphs alike. Their unflinching support, like a cherished treasure, held a special place in his heart.

“But whatever it is, it responds only to a specific pattern in human DNA.” My heart thudded painfully. “Seraph wasn’t designed to create power,” he continued. “It was built to access this.” The realization hit hard enough to steal my breath. “You used us as keys.” Alexander’s gaze met mine. “You are the key.” A deep, echoing boom came from the corridor behind him. The temperature dropped abruptly—as if every shadow had sucked in a breath. Then she entered. Phoenix. She walked into the chamber like she’d always belonged there—floating an inch above the ground, her feet not touching. The air distorted around her like heat rising off asphalt. Her eyes glowed a brighter white than before—almost

A phoenix. The memory hit me with the force of a punch, not the clear memories Cedric helped me build, but the deep, raw fragments from my five-year-old self. Fire. Screaming. And two figures, silhouetted against the flames, wearing masks marked with red and gold phoenix wings. I stumbled back, the wine stain on the cloth suddenly looking like fresh blood. Why is that here? I needed to see it closer, to be sure, but the sound of Lucian’s voice, now echoing from a distant room, snapped me out of the trance. I had to move. I ran toward the laundry, not caring about my pace, my mind repeating the image of that pendant.

Her eyes, burning with ancestral fire, locked onto his. “I am the Flamebearer of Saphiren. I have reclaimed what is mine. And you... will not touch my family again.” The ground split beneath her feet, casting the High Priest back with a shockwave of golden light. Phoenix glyphs seared the air, burning away the walls that fed on despair.

Tiffany vanished from my mind like smoke. That kiss was the claim. I wasn’t just Kat anymore. I was his Phoenix. Risen. Chosen. Untouchable. The kiss was everything. It was fire and thunder and the kind of silence that screams louder than words. I didn’t even hear the music anymore. Just the beat of my heart and the feel of Wolf’s hands anchoring me to something real. Then— “Hell no!” Hovak’s voice cut through the club like a blade. “Tiffany, you better back the hell off. That’s our First Lady you’re disrespecting.”

"Sometimes, they're not quick enough. By then it's beyond our control to do anything. Subsequently, we end up losing that person." "I'm taking this has happened before?" I knew I wouldn't like the answer but nevertheless, I carried on, if it was regarding my life and wellbeing I had the right to hear all the gruesome details. He nodded. "Unfortunately, yes." "These tests, how do they work?" "They strap you up to this piece of machinery called the Phoenix. You relive through every aspect of your life, all your memories from the start of your life to currently. I've been told everything going by in a flash but for you, all the memories weigh down on you, and the pressure from the machine, that

Trevor says. “I have a feeling that they are paying her very well and we all know that if you throw enough money in her face she will do anything,” I add. Trevor snorts at my comment. He knows it’s true. Shade will do anything for the right price. I have a feeling that she has something up her sleeve. I can’t see her letting them get away with making someone of this power. I feel she will add something of her own to the mix if she goes through with the plan. What surprises me is that before Prycylla and Trevor leave, they leave some of their own DNA and blood to add to the mix. Well, Prycylla leaves one of her feathers. This will definitely add something great to the mix. Prycylla

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

We both know no incent people should never have to live a life as slaves. ‘Oh, I’m going to have so much fun. Thanks, Sephiroth.’ ‘I almost feel sorry for these assholes, and I do stress on the almost.’ With a laugh from me and hearing Grim screaming I hear. “Phoenix, what is going on with your eyes? Why are the silver now?” “Shhh…that’s not important right now. Oh, btw, my name is Kefka and we’re going to have a lot of fun. Are you in Raven?”

"That's impossible. He's dead. He died ten years ago." But I recognized him from the portraits lining the sanctuary's halls. Cassia's son. Kira's older brother. Marcus Phoenix's first attempt at creating a phoenix-wolf hybrid through torture instead of birth. "Cyrus," Marcus Phoenix breathed, and for the first time since I'd met him, he looked truly broken. The Shadow Walkers were using him like a living key, his corrupted phoenix fire eating through the sanctuary's wards from the inside out. Every scream that tore from his throat took another layer of protection with it.