Crossfire Marvel Novels & Stories

She stumbled, but her body was already reacting, spinning into a glowing counterstrike that caught my side and hurled me back into the far wall. It hurt. It actually hurt. Only magic like mine could. Raven raised her hand, a bolt of celestial flame arcing toward me. I ducked. My body still obeyed me—for now. I returned fire. A wave of blue-white energy crashed into her chest, sending her skidding backward, feathers scattering like shadows. I didn’t stop. Another blast. Then another. Then another. The chamber exploded with light. The wall behind Raven erupted in sparks and smoke. I panted, every inch of my body tingling, high on fury, high on pain, high on whatever ancient force throbbed thro

Tears of light rolled down her cheeks, glowing silver in the darkness. Draven raised his hands higher, his laughter sharp and jagged. “Yes, give in! Let it consume you! You were never meant to bear divine fire. Let me—” Nova’s eyes snapped open — and what looked out of them wasn’t fear. It was resolve. “I choose the world,” she whispered. The air exploded. A detonation of pure Moonfire burst from her chest, shredding the circle of shadows. The blast threw Draven backward, his ritual collapsing in a storm of light. The black flames that had fed his spell recoiled, twisting, screaming — and then turned against him.

His teeth bared as he advanced on us. "Run!" I pushed Luna toward the old woman. "Get the children out!" Marcus lunged. I threw myself between him and the children, expecting to feel teeth tear into me. Instead, that burning sensation from before erupted through my body. My hands burst into crimson flames. Marcus yelped, scrambling backward as fire licked at his fur. I stared at my burning hands in shock—they didn't hurt. The flames felt like an extension of myself. "Impossible," Marcus shifted back, his eyes wide. "The suppressants should have lasted—"

Rivenstar. “Her name is Rivenstar.” A few gasps. Damaris smiled, impressed, and maybe a little worried. “Welcome to the battlefield, Miss Vale.” Across the room, Seraphina looked like she was chewing glass. Aster bounced over, glowing. “You were amazing!” I smirked. “I think I’m in love.” “With the axe?” “With the violence.” Damaris clapped again. “Alright, murderers. Bloodlines get tested Thursday. Try not to die before then.”

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

Goddess help me keep my cool and prevent me from snuffing this b*tch out right here, right now. “Only royal bloodlines can wield magic without using spells. Lucky me, huh?”. Flynn speaks up, while shooting fireballs at me. He shoots one after another. I try to dodge them, but they come in such quick succession that almost every single one of them ends up hitting me.

I have been keeping my emotions locked up for so long that my body can't take it anymore, combusting all around me. “I am married, Vivienne. And it is all I have tried to tell you.” “Leave.” I have no idea when Ares walked back into the room, but now, he has his eyes on Vivienne, cold and pissed, with a half-empty glass in one hand. There is something else in his gaze. Something I can’t put my hands on. “Ares, you can’t possibly…” “Get out of my house, Vivienne, and don’t come back.” She gets on her feet, her perky boobs bouncing as she covers the space between her and Ares. “Are you doing this because of her?” Vivienne scoffs, one manicured nail pointed at me. “She’s not worth it, Ares.”

Xander was a towering presence, his ice-blue eyes filled with a primal fury as he swept through the battlefield, his strikes precise and devastating. Vivi lost track of time as the battle raged on, her focus narrowing to the task at hand. She could feel the Starfire pulsing within her, a steady rhythm that guided her movements and bolstered her mates' efforts. Together, they were an unstoppable force, a united front against the chaos that threatened to engulf them.