Forgotten Phoenix Novels & Stories

When he turned on his phone, he saw more than a hundred missed calls and unread messages. Some of them were from Amelia, others a combination of messages from his parents, friends, and even the host. The host? Oh, right. It was his wedding today. He had completely forgotten about it. Still, it did not matter anyway. The wedding was a sham. It was an agreement he made with Amelia to get Cecil to give up on any romantic ideas about him. Now that he got what he wanted without even having to put in any effort, there was no need to keep up the song and dance anymore.

“This could help more than just remembrance. It could aid me to rule better.” I sighed as I looked at Dennis, who seemed to have stuck in a more advisory role. “Do you know where this forgotten pack is?” She nodded her head as she came to the map in front of us, pointing to a spot. “My mother made sure to show me the paths leading back home whenever we came across them until she passed away” “There’s nothing waiting for us there? Lost people, humans, or even enemies?” Dennis asked. Camille shook her head, staring back at the map. “It’s all forest and vines now for the past twelve years with no sign of activity.”

Phoenix worked through the night. I stayed with him for the first four hours then went to check on Reaper at midnight. He was awake. He usually was at that hour now. The nexus connection made deep sleep difficult and he'd stopped fighting it. He read instead. He said it was the most reading he'd done in thirty years and had developed strong opinions about which books were worth the time and which weren't. "Anything?" he asked when I came in. "Phoenix is still pulling threads," I said. "We have a name. Helena. No last name yet. No confirmed identity. She was at the conference four years ago but she's not in any attendee record. She gave Holt a card he didn't keep."

Could it be that even human memories sometimes deceive us? “W-what’s your name?” she asked softly. Her voice a little stutter. A feeling of anxiety after hearing Minerva's death. “I’m sorry—I don’t remember you.” “My name is Aries,” he said. “You wouldn’t remember me because you were always with my mother. I worked for your parents back then.” At the mention of her parents, Aeliana’s heart skipped.

He’d refused every offer to merge, determined to rebuild what was once the Emerald Ash Pack, to honour the memory of those who’d died that horrible night. They called us the Lost Pack back then, just a handful of kids living on bare land. Until I came home and claimed my birthright. Until the Phoenix rose from the ashes. I can still remember the first time I said it out loud. I’d spent days trying to find the perfect name that reflected the history of what our pack had been through. Phoenix Pack had felt right, like we were something reborn, something stronger than what came before. But today, for the first time, it feels like everyone else finally sees that too.

I accepted them absentmindedly. “Thank you,” I said quietly, still trying to understand how I had somehow ended up here—in a hospital with people I am not even related to. “You know the businesses underground, right?” Phoenix asked casually as he ate beside me, his tone deceptively light. I nodded. “I knew it,” he muttered, letting out a deep sigh, the frustration he’d been holding back finally seeping through. “There was no way it would work.” “What work?” I squinted at him, confusion settling in.

Phoenix had never been so humiliated. She had had enough. The other family members in the South River State kept to themselves, not wanting to be at the firing end. Phoenix had dragged two family members out to the corridor to punish them for saying something she did not like. They could still hear the echoes of the slapping sound. Anxiety washed over the ward. Joan and her family were desperate. With Phoenix’s help, Joan finally seized Sky Ocean Corporation for her own, only to be blindsided by Perfect World Group and the Riverbank council.

"And there’s something you both need to know." Amalia tensed. "What happened?" "One of the Council's internal contacts disappeared last night. And was found this morning… dead. With a word carved into his skin." "Which word?" asked Maddox. "‘Rebirth.’" Amalia felt a chill run down her spine. "Phoenix." Dax nodded. "It’s begun. And there’s no turning back." Maddox locked his gray eyes on hers, harder now, fiercer. "Then we get ready to burn it all down."

“Oh, Aria, I am so sorry. That must have been so difficult to hear. Let me reassure you that you are surrounded by people that love and care for you, and will give you all the support you need to process this. We have been trying to monitor you a little more before we confirmed, but the fact you did not respond to Beta Rocco when you came around was concerning in itself, but we thought that it may be your body taking it’s time to come around, but with this now too, I think it is safe to say that despite our best attempts at healing you when you came into us after the rogue attack, I think there has been some degree of memory loss.” My body froze at his words. Memory loss. What was this man t