The Phoenix Series Novels & Stories

After a few minutes, the waiter returned with their order. "Thank you!" Phoenix smiled at the waiter before giving Dex back her full attention. She knew that the spies were listening to their conversation, so she decided to give them an ear load of information to work with. Phoenix made Dex talk about his line of work, his motivation and other general topics. She also disclosed more about Blake Teagon and the fact that she just got a job as a junior software engineer in a reputable company. "How about we celebrate your new job?" Dex asked as earlier planned.

Pussies. “So, where are we headed next?” I ask as I walk behind her back towards Lupus Rock. She doesn’t stop or answer. I move closer to her and see the icy stare from her flame like eyes. I know she is in a lot of pain, but she is using that pain to fuel her. Most would say that isn’t healthy, but that’s the thing about Phoenixes. They use that pain, rage, grief and turn it into fire.

She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall. Fueled by anger, the Phoenix flew directly into the red dragon, slicing his neck open. He tried to sink his teeth into her, and she kicked him with both feet. He quickly sunk his talon into her thigh, and she screeched in pain. The dragon hit her in the head with his powerful tail and knocked her out. Cyrus had her now, and he took off with her in his talons.

“I really like to get this start, because I do have other things to do tonight.” “Like that party I heard about?” “Well, it is Raven birthday, and he is my VP also I close friend. That’s not why I’m here and you know it.” “Why are you here for Phoenix?” “Don’t you dare play stupid; you know I got a hold of some information about you selling people on the black market and you’re going to stop.” “You really believe you’re going to be that person to put a stop to this. Just because you’re called Phoenix that you have what it takes to make me do anything.”

I watched him go, feeling the hair on the back of my neck rise. My focus returned to the hallway. As I turned, my gaze caught a small, vintage display cabinet set into the wall. Inside, catching the dim light, was a delicate, antique pendant. It was silver, intricately carved, but the detail that stopped my breath was a tiny, recurring motif on the clasp: the dark silhouette of a bird with outstretched wings. My hands started to shake. A phoenix.

A massive phoenix burst into flames, breaking through the roof with a powerful, elongated cry. The overwhelming pressure forced everyone to kneel again, unable to lift their heads. I turned to Ignis and asked, "What is happening?" Ignis, with a smile, replied, "Lucian might be a descendant of the ancient phoenix lineage from the great battle. His phoenix presence had been suppressed previously by an unknown force, but with a bit of divine power, his original form got awakened."

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

Sitting in the car, I asked, “If it is Phoenix who doesn’t want to use you, you must have offended him somehow.” Anya snorted. “How can I offend Phoenix? Even if I do, I can’t wait to curvy a favor with him. How could I offend him?” “Then, what’s going on? How could Phoenix say not letting you act heroin?” I could not believe it. It was said that the Phoenix had never appeared in public. No one had ever seen him before. It was even unknown whether he was a man or woman, young or old. She never meddled in other people's affairs. And did seldom participate in the casting of the TV series? How could he point out that the role of heroin doesn’t suit Anya?

“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.

I never took risks, never did anything that could jeopardise everything I am doing to survive, I spent my time working and then going home to my small one bed apartment, and even at work I took no risks, accepting a job in a back office; where I would see no one and no one to see me. you may be wondering why I take no risks, why live on take out and microwave meals, it's because I can't afford to be found, my parents did everything they could to hide me. To keep me out of the place I know is out there, to keep me away from the supernatural. Not because I wasn't one of them, but because I was the last of my kind. the last phoenix shifter. Many believe my kind is lost and perhaps we are, my p