Forgotten Phoenix の小説・ストーリー

Some things seemed to fade away and cease entirely without a hope of their returning, and even the light itself seemed to fade as the air began to harbor darkness. The city itself was one such thing which faded, the capital having been destroyed by fire about the time of Zephyr's reign and the invention of maurium. Zephyr had called for Pyre to be rebuilt three miles west of the place where the city stood. He called for a new city for the new age and encouraged the maurium be employed as the backbone of the city infrastructure. He called it the Eternity Project, and a great wall of maurium was erected to denote the borders of the new capital, the east gate being sealed to prevent a returnin

I belong to the Foxe family, and as the eldest son, it's my duty to offer my help to the blessed one. "Hmmm..yea, the last time though not sure, when we trapped him it's assumed that while we hailed to the sacred fire of him, the made sure to let a little piece of him go out freely. But that tiny portion would never survive on its own and hence drifted off above, preparing and growing since; until a new soul was forged -Dawn Stone. This time, we must make sure that nothing goes wrong, we can't afford another battle in the future" Dawn's POV

The realization of their own shortcomings and the destructive nature of their rivalry had led them to reevaluate their priorities. Phoenix, recognizing the depth of his connection with Alessia, acknowledged his past mistakes and apologized for the pain he had caused her. He had come to realize that true strength lay not in power or wealth but in the ability to love and support those around him. With a renewed sense of purpose, he committed himself to being a better leader for the New Gardens Pack, striving for fairness and unity among his pack members.

She hung up. I sat stunned in the boardroom. My wolf whimpered in pain. Suddenly, I remembered the newspaper I'd pushed aside. "I once lost myself for an Alpha who wasn't worth it. I almost died in that dark mate bond." My hand trembled as I picked up the paper, reading the interview carefully. Phoenix, rising from the ashes… Why did that sound so familiar? Then, a faint memory surfaced: a rainy night, Sophia curled up with me, softly telling the legend of the phoenix's rebirth. She said the most beautiful rebirths often come from total destruction...

I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was red. “Morning?” Phoenix called as his flaming red hair blower around in the morning wind. I sat up and touched my head. There was a slight ache. “What happened?” I asked as I looked around. “You don’t remember?” Phoenix asked as he squatted in front of me with a furrowed expression on his face. I shook my head. ‘How can you forget so soon?’ A voice called from within me.

“They stole the Phoenix while it was still an infant. They stole it and they raised it. When the Great War began the Phoenix was just a child. However, what the order failed to realize was that after a certain point in its growth, the Phoenix begins to recall its past. They used the infant to destroy their enemies and get the upper hand. The only reason they never managed to win was because as the war reached its climax, the Phenix had grown considerably older and had regained enough of its memories to turn on the Order.” I listen in stunned silence. This is not something I've ever heard before. “What happened to it?” I ask after a beat. Damon rubs his hand over his mouth, “It’s a part of na

My fingertips hover above her cheek as I remember summer nights when touching her wasn’t complicated by years of bitterness. Five years ago, her brother stole everything from me—my business, my reputation, nearly my life. Tonight, fate delivered his most precious possession directly into my hands. Complete amnesia. The words echo through my mind and settle like foundation stones beneath a plan that forms with each passing second. “If you don’t remember who you are,” I whisper to her sleeping form, “then I’ll tell you exactly who you need to be.” A wedding ring sits heavy in my pocket—a prop from an undercover operation last year that I had Mateo fetch. Perfect for convincing a woman with no

“They’ll remember who rules them now.” He kissed my temple. “And they’ll never dare touch you again.” Not every crown is forged from gold. Some are built from ashes. And I—Ashyrel of the Phoenix Throne—rose from every one they lit beneath me. Let this be a warning. Queens don’t beg. We reign. ---

Whilst the churchyard still had mourners and the odd funeral due to instructions in a will, the land was mostly left untended and the old memorials were lost in a mass of weeds and ivy. Those below were dust now, or crumbling bone. If any ancestors remained, they were long forgotten. Memories didn't bow down or perform duties. "I have gotten nowhere by hesitating," Am-Heh whispered to himself as he dragged a claw across the prominent vein in his wrist. Blood spilled from under the jagged point, cascading in droplets onto the parched ground.