Novel & Cerita Sublime Phoenix

“And Puma.” Phoenix is the second tallest of the guys. Forrest is taller than him by maybe an inch. Phoenix also has a face that screams “don’t mess with me.” Even though he’s smiling at me, I can see something in his eyes. Something I can’t explain. Part of me wants to reach out and touch him—to know instantly what his story is. I want to know who hurt him. Phoenix has dark brown eyes. They’re so dark that they’re almost black. Whenever the moon hits them just right, they glow slightly. I’m beginning to think that either I’m crazy too, or that wolf shifters really do exist.

However, Juvia did not care about him in the slightest. “Curse me. The louder you curse, the more delighted I will be! I just want you to taste the pain of losing your loved one,” Juvia said while staring intently at Phoenix down below. Phoenix currently had no cultivation at all. It had been sealed. Hence, she had no way to escape when she fell like that. Most importantly, a powerful suction force existed under the funnel, firmly sucking the fallen Phoenix and rapidly dragging her downward. Shortly afterward, she entered the interior of the grinder.

Phoenix says, opening the door and disappearing into the woods before she hits the tree line. P.O.V jack I watch for a moment as phoenix takes off into the woods. ‘Go after our mate’ onyx says, shaking me out of my train of thought. Opening the door I look at Kevin and he just nods. I take off after Ren and phoenix changing into my wolf following her amazing scent. ‘Do you think we can Catch up to her?’ I ask as we get up to our full speed. ‘With how mad Levi made her I don’t think so’ ‘Ren baby slow down’ I mind link her.

"Give me six months, Saavedra. I’ll have an island and a helicopter." "And I want naming rights," Phoenix declared, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "We’ll call it... Phoenix Island." Gerard laughed, shaking his head. "Fits you perfectly. Very original," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. Phoenix stuck out her tongue at him before sipping her iced tea, then leaned her head back again, watching the clouds for a long moment. “You know, Alaric would have said no to all of this. He’d buy a vineyard, plant a few hundred olive trees, and call it a day.”

Phoenix muttered. She tastes so good, and no other woman can really compare to his mate, and that's what Phoenix is thinking all along. He can't take the torture any longer; the sounds she's making are driving not just him crazy, but even his wolf. He picks her up and walks to the bed, never breaking their kiss.

I go to check out the sad, wrinkly animal with a glare. The Phoenix's radiant earthy-colored eyes streak. "No, fancy woman," she says quickly, "My most generous experts are helping me and permitting me to live in extravagance!" Sebastian grins abundantly. "It is undeniably challenging for a Phoenix to find a new line of work and get by, particularly since they are extremely short, have a repugnance for exceptionally splendid light, and go through the maturing system at a breathtaking velocity consistently. Likewise, they have an intense energy for steak, which we have an overflow of."

Phoenix shook his head in pity. "Who are you? Why can't you let her go? We haven't done anything that's considered harmful to you guys right? And I promise if you let her go..." "I don't plan on doing so, Narfi." "Why? Please let her go. I'll give you anything." Phoenix looked amused. "What could you possibly have that I desire?" "Wealth, Intel..." "SHH! Be quiet," Phoenix warned and then took out the dagger from his storage ring. It levitated and dismembered, eventually turning into a peacock fan with the initials P. S. A. He smilingly asked. "Now you see why?"

AZURA. Over one year later… “Phinie! Come here, come on!” Corrado says, holding his arms out to a fifteen-month-old Phoenix. She giggles and toddles over to him. She’s been walking for about four months now and she’s a right little madam. Her dark hair shines under the sun. It may not be as black as mine but it’s equally glossy and straight. As for her eyes, they are a mix of mine and Leo’s, not as light as his and not as bright as mine, but a gorgeous blue that reminds me of a clear blue summer sky.

The fragrance of herbs and incense filled my nostrils as Hella opened her wooden door. My eyes widened at the wall of shelves full of jars of numerous ingredients. “Have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” Hella said with a snicker. Making my way into her small living room I sat down on a velvet settee and waited for her to join me. Hella's joints popped as she sank beside me. “You have Phoenix blood and awakened it by being roasted I'm thinking,” she blurted with a toothy grin. Dumbfounded, I just stared at her.

We were halfway across the yard when he said it. “You know, Brenna—” I stopped walking. Turned to face him. “Phoenix,” I said, voice low but firm. “I prefer Phoenix.” He blinked, surprised. “Sorry. I didn’t mean—” “I know,” I said, eyes locked on his. “But Brenna sounds like you forgot who I am. Phoenix is who I became.” He smiled, slow and wicked. “I like your territorial side.” I rolled my eyes, but my lips tugged into a grin. “It’s not territorial. It’s truth.”