Wind In Phoenix Novels & Stories

She waved her right hand continuously, releasing a white phoenix mark and rushing forward. "Ow!" The phoenix screamed, and a fierce momentum enveloped all directions. The powerful aura that erupted from within was instantly stopped by the phoenix phantom.

The morning sun shone brightly in the city and the birds were heard chirping loudly as they moved around enjoying the new dawn of the day. The day's atmosphere was cool but despite the friendly atmosphere the city was in disarray over the news that broke out overnight and the netizens were all in utmost shock with the news that just broke out. It was just like Lizeth promised, she really did release the news of Phoenix getting pregnant which has topped the search ever since it was released but that was the reason for its boosted popularity.

I watched as Chris’s hand bleed more and more, as I swung the bag over my shoulder, knowing he wouldn’t be able to carry it with his shoulder anymore. “I can’t shoot well with my left hand, which means we’re almost as good as dead at the moment.” Chris gritted out as we slowly walked out of the warehouse, our shoes crunching loudly over hundreds of bullets. What the fuck did you do to result in this amount of people being after your life, Chris? I questioned him silently as I watched him glance around the streets carefully from side to side before cursing, quieting beneath his breath, and suddenly pushing me behind a big truck with a sharp nudge of his left elbow, making me stumble for a mom

She rushes over to Phoenix, wraps her arms around his neck, and she jumps up to wrap her legs around his waist, trying to be as close to him as possible and not worried about the harm it may do to her. He falls to his butt, but she doesn’t even squeal. She just holds on to him and buries her face into his neck. I know that Phoenix’s power is lethal and yet, she seems unfazed by it. And slowly, the blackness covering his body retreats, going back to the way it normally is where it only occupies his hands. It’s… magical, watching them. I can’t tear my eyes from them as I wonder is this the power of the mate bond or just her ability as the white wolf? Or… is this the moon goddess giving her som

I reassure, feeling that she is upset and anxious from seeing me so broken in the vision. “I sowy Raben, I saw it bad. I didn’t knows it be dat bad, pwease don’t let the weally bad man win. If he wins it eben worse,” Phoenix sobs into my chest, and I shake my head holding her tightly between my mates and me.

A breeze brushes past us, and we sense the faint hum of power emanating from the barrier. “This border is different,” Phoenix says, her voice laced with curiosity. She looks at me, her golden eyes reflecting under the fading light. “It’s different from every other in Shadowpine. Most pack territories are marked with physical landmarks or even scent trails. This one feels different and... alive.”

Dax POV My lungs are on fire. Each intake of breath seems to make me even more tired, and each exhale is inevitable. On and on and on. Cycle repeat. I can see the sun as it streams through the gaps in the branches, like a liquid fountain traveling through sieve. The leaves above my head lighten in the sunlight, turning a nearly transparent green. This high up, the wind is the unchallenged presence. It skims over the top of the trees, dancing between them as nimbly as a stalk would dance in a stream. It rustles my hair, tickles my face. The wind has always fascinated me because of my love for travel and exploring. The wind makes it everywhere. There is no place it hasn't visited, no land it h

Smart wolf. Outside, the trees begin to thin as the borders of Phoenix territory come into view, and for the first time in years, my wolf feels fully awake.

The image won’t leave, his hands on her, on my princess, and it makes it hard to breathe. The red-and-gold awning of The Golden Phoenix fills my vision. Lanterns sway above us, tapping lightly in the breeze. I pick up my pace, wanting this done. Wanting it over. Two carved phoenixes glare down from the entrance. Each step up the stairs adds weight to the anger pressing behind my ribs.

The wind was howling, and the sparkler in her hand lit up her gentle profile. In the background, Archie's voice carried a playful tone. "Sienna, make a wish." Sienna smiled as she blew out the sparks. Her gaze almost melted the camera as she said, "My wish is for every year to be like today, with Archie by my side." A cold chill ran through me. With Archie by her side? What about me? Was I just a joke to her? My gaze drifted, stiff and robotic, back to the photo of the hands clasped inside the car.