The Phoenix Series Novels & Stories

What the email had not said was that Phoenix would arrive in worn boots and a flannel shirt with a notebook already open, look around the archive room with an expression of pure delight, and say before even setting down her bag, “This building smells like my favorite kind of problem.” Cressida looked at her over her glasses. “Good morning,” she said. Phoenix looked at her. Brown eyes, sharp, the particular alertness of someone who noticed things and had learned to notice faster. She smiled, not apologetically. “Sorry. I do that. Lead with the weird thing.” She set her bag down and held out her hand. “Phoenix Hart.” “Cressida Vale.” She shook the hand. It was firm. “The collection is through

Teo asked as he directed his gaze towards Phoenix. “Because she is more than a curse, she is my friend.” Teo eyed Phoenix with suspicion. “There are rumors that you possess powers, is this true? The people say that you’re named Phoenix because you have the power to produce flames from your hands.” “The rumors are true,” Phoenix said as she came closer to them. “And if you ever insult me again,” flames licked the flesh of her right arm as she walked closer to him. “I’ll make sure not even your ashes remain.”

Zion remembered that night vividly. Now that Phoenix was gone, he sort of believed what she has told them about that night. “Saving Phoenix? What happened?” Silver was more intrigued than ever now. The frown on her forehead was also too visible at this point. “Phoenix had a habit of wandering in the hallways at night times. Then one of the nights she was seen headed to the window. She wasn’t even listening to the calls of our mother, who had to rush towards her and pull her back. But in the same process, she tripped and fell down,” Zion remembered those parts because those were told throughout the years. There was one more thing that they had cut out because it sounded ridiculous.

i stop fighting for a second, stuned by the brightness. suddenly i feel like ive been pushed back and i have no control over my self. 'im sorry i had to pretend i was to weak to help you were getting out of here' phoenix says to me in my head and i just sit back and watch as she throws the men holding our arms far away from us then she turns and grabs the other two and pushes them back down the stair and locks the door. she then turns around and shifts and takes off into the woods i can feel her searching for onyx.

"Marcus is in the nursery. If they get past me... you know what to do." He lunged into the hallway, his movements a blur of desperate, self-destructive speed. Phoenix stood up, drawing her silver-alloy blades. Her heart was hammering a rhythm of war, the tinnitus in her ears now a deafening roar. "I'm not staying anywhere, Blackwood," she whispered to the shadows. She looked at her hand—the one that had almost reached for him. It was steady now. Cold. Ready to kill. "If they want the White Wolf," Phoenix hissed, her hazel eyes reflecting the first flickers of blue fire from the courtyard, "I'll show them the mother who raised him."

There was an undeniable spark that always made her pulse quicken, an energy that seemed to dance and flicker with a life of its own, echoing his unwavering loyalty. Phoenix's aura, true to his namesake, was vibrant and transformative, crackling with energy and life. It was a constant dance of flickering flames, alive with an unpredictable yet mesmerizing rhythm. His essence was both exhilarating and revitalizing, a force that lifted her spirits and invigorated her soul.

Penn said seriously. “I want that too. And we're closer than ever, babe. I can't wait for our lives to actually start...our normal lives I mean.” "So let's get up and get one step closer to that hm?” “Let's do it.” *** “So what are Phoenixs like?” I asked Nova. “They're such kind creatures.” She smiled. “Gentle and intelligent. I'm sure they'll help get you what you need.” “Well that's good. The sooner this is over, the better.”

Seeing what the six Protectors had done to Earth, the Protector made it her mission to go to earth and cleanse the planet from all its evil, even the evil the demoted protectors had brought with them. But it was not all in her favour as she died while battling with the first Protector, The King of Summer. When the Creator had seen this, he blessed the Phoenix with much more power and power of reincarnation. If the Phoenix dies then every five hundred Years it reincarnated till it fulfils its mission here on earth which was to get rid of the Protectors. So every time she was reincarnated she sets out to defeat the next protector and when she dies, she reincarnates after five hundred years to

The last woman, Arizona spoke up again, looking impatient. 'Alpha, we had found Phoenix about two months or so ago. She was beaten, bruised and battered. She was in a coma for two weeks and when she finally woke up, she had no memories of how she got the injuries or how she got to our borders - which was where I had found her. According to her, the last thing she remembered was her friend, Caleb, calling her to help cook for him to prepare for some guests. We compared the time frame of her last memory and the current time and concluded she had suffered some sort of trauma and had lost about eleven months worth of memories. We took her in and nursed her back to health. When she got better, sh