The Phoenix Series Novels & Stories

“What are you talking about?” “Well…. I own the Phoenix' agency and if you're asking for a collab, you'll have to follow out rules… strictly” The shock on both their faces was both amusing and satisfying to watch. “You can't just…” Seraphina began. “I already did”, Cassian cut in, locking a stern gaze at her. “And from now on, every spotlight, banner and tour will hear The Phoenix first. She takes the center stage and leads the show while the rest of you can just stand at the sides. And it's non-negotiable”.

Luna begged her twin sister. Mara shook her head and opened her palm "I was injured while fighting him. They will follow us no matter what we do running. So run away Luna. At least one of us will survive. "This is not the time for that! We have to run while there is still time" Luna was wailing and begging but Mara was ready to sacrifice herself. They are being chased by an unusual person. And Mara was aware of it. No matter what they do running it will find and find them. Because the blood flowing through their bodies is phoenix blood.

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.

Hunter glanced past Ryder's shoulder and gave the smallest possible nod. Phoenix appeared at the edge of the column's shadow without announcing herself, because Phoenix never announced herself. She moved the way water moved, finding the available space and occupying it without apparent effort. Her compact frame and quick, assessing eyes had kept her alive in the Cage for three years, longer than anyone expected a female fighter to last, and she had done it by being considerably more than the sum of what people assumed when they looked at her. She had been in the facility when they arrived. Ryder had clocked her. He suspected she had clocked him clocking her and had been waiting to see whethe

Maya's phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number. She opened it. A video. It showed a woman sitting in a dark room. Catherine Wei. She was speaking directly to the camera. "Hello, Maya," she said. "I am Catherine Wei. I lead the Phoenix. James Chen was useful, but he was always disposable. You have him now. You have his confession. Congratulations." She smiled. "But understand something. The Phoenix is not organized crime. It is not a criminal enterprise. It is evolution. It is the natural order. The strong survive. The weak do not. We simply help that process along."

Something raw. My Dearest Caspian, She stopped. The ink bloomed on the paper like a bruise. I told you once that the Phoenix always finds its peace. I lied. The Phoenix is a creature of fire, and sometimes, the fire consumes everything it touches. Do not come looking for me. Do not let the Ares teams track this signature. I have discovered a part of the Dividend’s legacy that only I can dismantle, and to do it, I have to be the person I promised I’d never be again.

Phoenix snapped, slamming his glass down on the table, liquor splashing over the edge. “Maybe she already knows that he is a demon or monster,” I said casually. Phoenix shook his head with absolute confidence. “No. He wouldn’t let her know. I’m sure of it.” “And why do you think that?” I raised my eyebrows. “Just my gut,” Pheonix winked, forcing me to shake my head. I leaned back in my chair. “Are you sure we should even continue this? I heard his wife’s already been kidnapped twice, and yet he doesn’t seem to be taking any action. No retaliation. No investigation. At this point, it’s pointless.”

PHOENIX As we stepped into Ironclaw’s pack territory, we were confronted by tired eyes, stiff shoulders, and an overpowering odor of fear as we entered the center of Ironclaw territory. The area was scarred by deep claw marks on their walls, destroyed dwellings, and broken buildings that had formerly provided shelter for Ironclaw pack members. Phoenix strolls next to Talon, her golden eyes determinedly glancing about. She feels the desire to protect and heal, as well as the weight of the pack's despair, bearing down on her. With her presence and Lucas' humming with strength and readiness, her inner wolf awakens.

"Actually, we had been placed at the bottom of all the beast clans because the beastkin regarded us as the faded Peacock Clan. What they didn’t know was that we were, in fact, the Phoenix Clan. We had no interest in the competition, so we sealed our noble bloodline and remained hidden. We phoenixes have always kept a low profile, earning our wealth through diamonds and the trade of enchanted goods—unlike the other clans, who rely on power and politics. If the clans were ranked by wealth, we would confidently claim first place.” "Our people pursue ascension. Most of our wealth goes toward cultivating and refining spiritual medicine. This world’s resources are limited. We have no interest in s

Phoenix groaned and threw himself back into the couch which made me laugh, “It’s nothing bad, I just…accidently sent Joshua flying across the room when we were arguing over who should be next in line to rule over the pack if something happens to Chris and Amber.” “Oh, is that it?” Phoenix then got up and kissed me again, “That is it, right?” I laughed and got up, throwing my arms around him, “Yes, that is it.” I told him, but then I remembered something, “Actually,” Phoenix perked up, “there is one other thing. I just found out this morning.” “What is it?” He asked, worry clear in his eyes. I backed away from him and placed my hands on my stomach and smiled,