Forgotten Phoenix Novels & Stories

"A Nullifier. Someone just blanketed that entire forest in a localized dead zone. They didn't kill them. They cloaked them." "A Nullifier?" I turned. My wolf stirred, a restless, low-frequency hum vibrating through the soles of my shoes. "That technology doesn't exist. My father spent ten billion trying to mask the shift signature. He failed." "Maybe he didn't." Caleb pointed at a repeating line of code in the red Void. "Recognize that signature? That's not a new build. It’s legacy. It’s Project Phoenix." "Project Phoenix was scrapped." My heart slammed against my ribs. "The backups were destroyed in the Glass Hall massacre. I signed the burn orders myself."

I nodded, avoided her gaze, and went to the kitchen to get some water to take the medicine. That night, Mom slept beside me. I fell asleep quickly, but I had a nightmare. In my dream, I kept going back to the day I was hypnotized. The hypnotist had held me down and kept telling me to forget what my family looked like. I had tried to force myself awake, but no matter what I did, I could not wake up. In the end, I really did forget Mom, Dad, and Zack. I jolted awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat. Mom woke up too and instinctively patted my shoulder. "What is it, Rena? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Every scroll. Every memory." "Then we need to find a new source." The search leads us to the Seer. A wolf who lives in the mountains, blind from birth. She sees with her soul, not her eyes. "Seraphina," she says as I enter her cave. "I have been waiting for you." "Who are the Forgotten?" She is silent for a long moment. Then she speaks. "The Forgotten are wolves who were erased. Not killed. Erased. Their memories. Their identities. Their existence. They were consumed by the Void."

Serena was clutching Damian's hand, and the priest's voice broke apart in the wind. "Damian Lucchese, do you take..." The helicopter lifted off. The roar swallowed whatever answer he gave. I didn't want to hear it anyway. I lowered my head and placed my hand over my stomach. In my last life, I died on a snowy night while they rushed toward their perfect reunion. In this life, I would take my child and fly toward a dawn that belonged to us.

In names that came back in dreams. In memories that returned with no sound, only weight. And Ava knew: this wasn’t a revolution built on rage. It was being built on remembering. And remembering hurt. That night, she sat with Phoenix again on the floor, side by side, neither of them talking. Phoenix held a worn blanket between her fingers, twisting the edges like she wasn’t even aware she was doing it. Finally, she asked, “Did you ever want to forget again?” Ava didn’t lie. “Yes.”

The dome vanished, in its place was a net of raw, painful memory. The lead, Forgotten, wearing Finn’s lost love’s face, stepped forward. When its foot crossed the valley, the bloody light lashed out. It didn’t destroy it and it remembered it. The Forgotten soldier shuddered, its vacant black eyes cleared, showing confused, scared eyes of the young woman she once was. She looked at Finn, lips silently saying his name, then faded into a gentle silver mist that rose and vanished. The ancient oath, fully awakened, was not a shield and it was fire. It reminded the Forgotten who they were and set them free.

She did not remember them — only their residue: warmth that was not the body's own, a fullness, the quality of having been somewhere she wanted to be. Three mornings in a row. The third she got up immediately, made the coffee, left the mug on the study landing, and was in the garden by six forty-five, hands in cold soil, wolf humming quietly in the background. In pack lore this was documented: the mate-bond dreams that came before a bond was formally accepted. The soul rehearsing something the mind had not yet decided. She filed this. On day thirty-six she realised she had been humming without noticing. You are going to have to talk to him eventually.

"That's right! Jemma was the intruder who seized Baskerville. How could you miss it? You risked our safety!" The man with fiery red hair spoke passionately. As far as I knew, Phoenix was often silent. Now the the bird demon is on fire. My gut feeling is that he's been feeling the most powerful. One flick of his wings, and he burns the enemy. He may have had high expectations during the battle; too bad it never happened. It will never happen. My father had returned, and Phoenix had to bury the Spartan polis he coveted. "I will deliver my apology properly in front of all the creatures. Let's talk about it properly at the meeting table."

not even for a second. “No phoenix ever had a human soulmate, so we can’t look for an answer there. And ever since I was reborn, I lived outside of the supernatural world completely. I avoided everything and everyone. I have no idea how’s it for the rest of them and would the same rules apply to us or not, and… it scares me. The thought of losing you, being without you… when I didn’t know you, when I didn’t know how having you in my life feels… it was easy compared to what it would feel living if something happened and I lost you, now or any time in the future… I don’t know how I would keep living when I would be dead inside.”

Phoenix stood and went up in front of everyone and began to speak, “Thank you for coming to honor my grandfather.” He started, “I didn’t get to know my grandfather much. For the longest time, he hated my father and because of this, we weren’t able to spend as much time together. But the time that we did spend together, it was the best time of my life. I miss him, and hope he is spending time with my grandmother and mother. I’m just sad that my children will never meet him, but they will know of him.” I whipped the tears from my eyes, “I’ll miss you, grandfather. I love you.” Phoenix sat down beside me. After the service, we buried Fredrick in the family cemetery and spent time with our frien