Wind In Phoenix Novels & Stories

Suddenly the winds began to blow hard, sending leaves flinging through the air, A storm had made its way to us as we ran for shelter, the twister was not far away, we all entered the sealed doorway into the mountain, as the last person came in we sealed the door shut, but before we did so we saw the twister heading straight for us. leaving a trail of destruction behind. we each settled into our own bunker, and Phoenix came with me into mine, we could feel the mountain rumble as the twister went over us a slow-moving storm. Phoenix pulled me into our bed as he slowly undressed me, his eyes roaming over my naked body as his hand explored. his lips tasting mine as he cupped my full breast, pla

Then someone asked, cautiously, "So… even I might be able to inherit the Phoenix legacy?" "Of course," I answered. Ignoring Seraphine's seething glare, I raised my voice. "The Phoenix Court will hold a competition. Whoever wins by strength alone shall be the next leader." A cheer erupted across the courtyard. Only Father and Seraphine stood pale-faced, their carefully built illusions unraveling. That night, Franz clung to me as usual. "Althea…" He nuzzled his head into my chest like he could never get enough. I sighed, reaching out to pull him closer. But just then, the world tilted.

"Just made sure she knew she was loved." "What did you tell her?" "That broken hearts are proof we're brave enough to risk them. And that Jin was an idiot." *Week 36—There's something happening here. Phoenixes are disappearing from the Academy. Three so far. The administration says they transferred, but no one believes it. Everyone's scared. I'm coming home for Rose's birthday. I need to see you all.* But she didn't make it home for Rose's birthday. The letter that came instead changed everything:

“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 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 go along every time, grateful for the excuse to leave and the chance to feel useful. Today it's me, Knox, Phoenix, and two other pack members—Jax and Reese. The ride takes about an hour, winding through back roads and highways that blur together in a meditation of speed and wind. The autumn air bites at my exposed skin, but I don't mind. Out here, with the engine rumbling beneath me and the open road stretching ahead, I can almost forget the whispers that follow me around the compound. Almost forget the weight of being different, of being watched.

The glass of the windshield vibrated slightly. “Leo! We’re on our way,” Phoenix said, pressing the comms button. “What is it? Talk to me.” “It… it’s hot, Mommy,” he gasped. “The air… it’s burning. My skin feels like suns.” Marcus’s voice followed, tense, professional, frayed. “Alpha… heart rate spiked. Not normal gold static. Temperature just jumped twenty degrees.” Phoenix felt her chest tighten. Dry knot in her throat. Eyes flicked to Kael. Then to the pulsing box.

"Are we supposed to just watch as the chance slips away? I feel like I'm stuck here. There's a good chance I'll be able to break through it if I have the White Phoenix Fruit." Logan said in exasperation, "I know the White Phoenix Fruit contains the power of fire and wind which can let you go even higher, but your chances of winning aren't great. As a matter of fact, you stand a big chance of losing. If you lose, you'd lose more than half your fortune!"

What was this? 'Your friend gave you good advice. Tonight's sun was stronger and kissed the sky red. I draw power from the sun, but I draw the most power from it during a red sky sunset. They are hard to predict. This will replenish me until you die again. These are what my flames normally look like. Anytime you die it lowers my flames power. If I am not replenished and you die again, my flames will weaken further. If it continues and you keep dying, and I never replenish, we'll both die when my flames run out. It's important that I replenish anytime you die.' Fane explained and I was glad he did. So Phoenix's can die, but only after a few times, and only if their phoenix's never replenish.

I keep my gaze forward and look through the dark, smoky windshield refusing to look back. The Valley of the Sun, as Phoenix and the surrounding cities are known, is a sprawling metropolis of black asphalt and mostly one- or two-story buildings. The high-rise, big city atmosphere can be found downtown and takes up about forty square blocks total. That's a pin in a map compared to the rest of the city. Gomez doesn't ask directions as he navigates the streets. We circumvent the inner city, and Gomez enters the freeway a few miles from Moon's home. I sit back and pull in a long slow breath of air.