The Princess Phoenix Novels & Stories

It's been four years since Marian was killed and four years of healing for Kieran. For the pack, for everybody. Four years of growing stronger and better. A lot has happened in the last four years. After the Joyce incident, Annaliese has had more kids. Their first child, Phoenix has twin sisters. Jade and Claire. They're three years old and quite beautiful just like their mother. They're commonly known as the princesses of Zenith pack. Phoenix is now five years old with silver orbs.

Oh, the phoenix’s feather. “Crown Prince-Crown Prince, the phoenix’s feather,” stuttered Princess Kay, weeping with her makeup dripping down her face. Crown Prince, calming down remember her promise. “Tell me who gave your father the phoenix’s feather and where they were last seen,” said Crown Prince. “I can tell you but please put the sword away.” “Not a chance.” He edged his sword closer to her neck. “Alright. I will talk. I will talk.” “Go ahead.”

They mixed together, crying out and roaring in liveliness and a good amount of spirit. This is the instant Fang begun to make his way towards the original Dragon, whose tears they needed for Katherine’s sight. “This is the Great Phoenix Dragon,” he said to her. “Its tears are what we’ll be using to heal you today. There is a condition though, dear Princess. Only the phoenix flame can decide if it wants to dwell in your body or not.” “I understand, Fang. Go ahead.”

“Now, I’m naked as you wish, princess.” She swallows hard. “Wow!” I remove her shoes and throw them behind my back. She giggles as I kiss her toes, her legs, knees, and her thighs. I crawl up until I’m face to face with her. “You’re officially mine, Princess,” I affirm. “And are you officially mine too, Phoenix?”

Her carriage was made of living wood, its branches twisted into delicate shapes that moved like breathing limbs. Whispers of “beauty,” “mystic,” and “ageless” followed her. Lastly, the sky seemed to shimmer with embers as Lystrielle, Phoenix Princess of Embercrest, appeared at the top of the steps. Her gown burned in shades of gold, scarlet, and ember. Her eyes were fierce, lips pressed in quiet determination. With every step, the hem of her dress seemed to smoke, as if fire clung to her. Her carriage was shaped like a soaring phoenix, flame designs carved deep into its sides.

"Is that so? so you can't see me? even though I'm right in front of the window!" "Wi ... window?" Princess Rosalia immediately opened the window that was right beside her. When the window opened, a phoenix with golden feathers flew away towards the sky that was getting reddish. Princess Rosalia was stunned, seeing a bird that she had never seen before. "That bird? how beautiful ..." "Princess, what are you doing here?" asked Nathania who walked through the hallway that she used to pass every day. Princess Rosalia immediately turned her head and was forced to pass through the beauty of the phoenix flying into the sky. Seeing Nathania's face, Princess Rosalia was very nervous when she realized

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.

That doesn’t sit well with me but I’m smart enough to keep my opinions to myself. “The prince’s personal maid.” Lady Gloria replies curtly. I know she isn’t on my side but I like how she doesn’t kiss Sibel’s ass. “But I’m supposed to be his personal maid.” She looks at me and shrugs. “It doesn’t matter, I’m going to be the queen soon.” She starts to walk away and I roll my eyes, she stops short and directs her green eyed glare to me again, I glare back. “You should be careful Phoenix,” she spits, holding my hand in a death grip. I almost laugh, it turns out she does know my name. “Don’t make enemies with the luna, you won’t last long here.”

It also had a wide expanse of land for various outdoor games and stables for horses. Phoenix walked towards the water fountain by the entrance to the mansion as though she owned it. With each step she took, she purposely flaunted her hour glass figure. When she got to the fountain, she slowly turned around and placed one hand on the fountain's concrete water basin. Striking a lustful pose, like a superstar model about to be captured for a Playboy magazine, she signaled a totally mesmerized Dex with her forefinger.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.