Crossfire Marvel Novels & Stories

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

God, I should get some award for self-control. ********************************* When the world drowns in darkness That’s when we both burn bright. Lying beside you, Letting your hands mapping every inch of my body, I am in pursuit of paradise. Do you feel my love in you? Setting your body on fire, I will melt in it like a candle. You are my night novel. When I am done with reading you, You are gonna come like a meteor shower. I wanna run my tongue where you can’t Making you beg,

Marigold threw herself forward in a fit of anger and bit down into the flesh on Nueva's hand. Nueva pushed her off and glared at her in disbelief. "Back to where we first began." Marigold smiled; blood stained her teeth and lips. She lit the fire in her hands and put her palms together like an open flower. Marigold's eyes turned red, and flames burst out in an endless stream of roaring heath. Nueva counteracted with freezing chrystals, and the two elements met in a blinding blast, lighting up the dark woodland as the ice clashed with fire.

The merged flame had the healing power of white and the destructive force of black, but controlled, focused, directed entirely by our will. Alaric attacked with the fury of centuries. Shadow strikes that could level buildings crashed against our merged fire. Each impact sent tremors through the earth, cracked more stones in the ancient circle. But we held. When he aimed for Nova's left side, I was already there, white fire deflecting. When he tried to overwhelm my defenses, Nova's black flame consumed his shadows before they could touch me. "You're children playing with forces beyond your comprehension," Alaric snarled, his perfect composure finally cracking.

Not when my Wildfire’s fire burned hotter than any kill. We turned together, back-to-back, as three mercenaries closed in. One raised a net. Nora’s fire burst outward, melting it mid-throw. I surged forward, claws tearing across armor, ripping through steel like parchment. Blood sprayed, hot and metallic, but the only heat I cared for was the blaze at my side. She spun, her flame wrapping around me without hesitation, shaping the air itself into a shield as I barreled through the enemy line. I struck, she seared, and every movement was a vow, we weren’t just surviving. We were destroying.

Hearing this mind-shaking transmission, Carla snapped back to awareness. Chase truly intended to kill them! An inexplicable anger rose within her. She had explained everything so clearly, yet Chase still would not spare them! She channeled her anger into fighting spirit. Green demonic flame rose from her body, merging with Fallon's black demonic flame. The Joint Strike Technique they had learned from Carla and Fallon's memories once again displayed its power. Their injuries seemed to lessen by more than half as their auras merged. The black and green demonic flame erupted once more with overwhelming malevolent energy, resisting Greedy Wolf's killing intent.

Liana asks helping him to stand from behind. “Yes, I’m fine,” he uttered as they glared at the black flame surrounding the Ciaran’s body. “Surround him with your white wall!” Merfoy shouted as he release his white flame creating a ball of white fire and gobbling up the hermit inside. Maru did the same, the two of them are in control of the situation. Liana was mesmerized and terrified at the same time, she doesn’t know if the black flame holder was a foe or a colleague.

Out of her fury, Marie conjures a set of matching flames upon each of her palms while her bright eyes burn a shade of visible red, fiercely marching towards our attackers before throwing the burning orbs towards them. Mordecai unfreezes himself from his petrified daze and jumps out of the way as one of the flaming balls heads in his direction - ducking out of the way in the very last second in a bid to escape her heightening wrath. The remaining orb of magical destruction crashes in front of Sam and Blaine, sending them into the air from its explosive impact as it implodes the ground beneath them.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You