Stories About Phoenix Novels & Stories

I stared at all the Phoenix on the front lawn. Different colors, different sizes, but with the same goal in mind: to protect me and to be here for me. I felt a sense of comfort and safety just looking at them. I knew that no matter what I faced, they would be there for me, a loyal companion through life. I was grateful for their presence. But I was also worried about them. Everyone knew that a Phoenix would burn itself and be reborn after some time, but the thought of losing them in battle was still heartbreaking.

Gold swallows hard, focusing on his painting. He started this artwork more than two weeks ago. The lack of time hinders him from painting it perfectly, though as stated, at least it's done. "This is Phoenix in the Fire." He tells everybody, still looking at his work. The portrait is greatly inspired by the polaroid picture he took the first night he and Kolya slept together. The canvas size is 38"W x 75"H, it's big and he can't believe that he's showing this to the public.

Is it just me or are you too sentimental? —So I'm the Phoenix's best security? —After me, of course! — Wrong, my dear! I am the Phoenix itself!

The Gods all look at each other, but they shake their heads, “No, you’re not fully yourself yet, so there’s no way she knows. There is no history of phoenixes in England. Their stronghold has always been North America, barring a few in Greece back in the day, but they all either died hundreds of years ago or left.” Sol says, rubbing his neck. “But I’ll keep an eye on her. If she knows, or suspects I’ll let you know.” She nods, and the liminal space fades in front of her eyes and she’s back in the room. She decides to try and get some sleep, there’s no harm in trying.

She chuckled softly, “You’re stronger than you think, Nyra. A phoenix doesn’t need to be taught how to burn” A phoenix? She didn’t answer me anymore as the grand halls were opened. The grand ceremonial hall was packed with all high profiled people from all over the region. From council elders to pack nobles and allies representatives. Every important set of eyes in Blood Moon territory and packs under us was present. Perfect for a showdown but still I had no idea of what to do. Slow entrance music began playing as we took steps towards where the devil himself stood. Heads turned and gasps followed suit.

It didn’t take long for me to find out where he was seated and I scrambled over to him like a little puppy going to its owner. “Guys, this is my roommate…” he paused here because it just occurred to him that he didn’t know my name. “Phoenix!” I offered up, beaming like I had won a prize when his eyes lit up at my name. “Phoenix. Wonderful! You know, that’s actually my favorite bird, not minding at all that it is fictional.”

"Tell me about phoenix" "...." "I want to know"

Tate warned me and so I listened this time. I closed out of everything and finished uninstalling the program. The image of the man rising out of the Ashes stayed in my head. I wonder what that's like? One minute you're dead, the next minute you're coming back to life. I didn't know such a thing existed. I just thought a phoenix was a mythical bird. Maybe the myth of the bird came from someone who had seen a real phoenix person. "Phoenix's are the rarest of us all. They're a myth even amongst ourselves. It seems there's at least one though. They wouldn't have taken the video down if it wasn't real." Tate informed me as he put my clothes in the armor of the room.