Crossfire Marvel Novels & Stories

The void below stirred as if reacting to the magnitude of what was being released. Kaelith pushed harder. Aurelian matched it. Both drawing deeper. Further. Beyond what they had already given. Beyond what should have remained. Their power peaked. For a moment that stretched beyond time. Everything stopped. Then they struck. Everything they had left. Everything. The explosion erased the battlefield. Light consumed darkness. Darkness swallowed light. And then. Nothing. No sound. No movement. No time. Only smoke. Thick. Unmoving. Covering everything. Silence followed.

He'll never reach me in time. He yells and I smile. Whatever he says, it's too late. I dive. The wind slides over my flesh and the burning sensation takes hold of me again. It builds and it feels as if my entire body is eaten by flames. The pain stops my breath. I've almost died of cancer, crossed realms, and been cast aside by a dragon. I can handle pain.

It would be so insignificant for the Paragons to dismember just like that. The matter was very implicating and weird. But that not withstanding, a friendship built for a very long time shouldn't go into extinction because of an issue that if well reconciled, the stronger they become. They had the grieve quite alright but the sudden long distance wasn't necessary. One thing was certain, if they had gone back together, things wouldn't return to the normal way it used to be so, it's better for everyone to just stay and plan ahead. What would be would definitely be, just a matter of time and fate.

Marshall swung his shotgun toward the intruders, his hands steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. Axel stepped through the smoke-filled doorway, his figure tall and imposing, with Akam following close behind, his fiery form illuminating the room. “You bastard,” Marshall spat, his voice low and venomous. “I’ve been waiting for this moment.” He didn’t wait for a response. Marshall pulled the trigger, the shotgun roaring as it unleashed a shell packed with silver and wolfbane. Akam stepped in front of Axel, his massive hand snapping up to intercept the projectile. The bullet struck his molten palm, melting instantly. Akam’s grin widened, and his fiery gaze locked on Marshall.

"The storm is over." Maren and Tarice looked at one other bewildered. "What are you discussing?" Tarice enquired. Valdis indicated the path they had taken. A dense column of smoke, dark and menacing, rose into the sky in the distance. They heard distant shouts and the faint sound of clashing metal. Maren's horrified eyes grew wide. "Is Blackfang there?" With a pallid face, Tarice stood. "It's burning." They are being attacked. With a sombre gaze, Valdis nodded slowly. "The hawk has made contact. It flames in the rabbit's den.

Marvel asks. “Just like them,” Valentine says, pushing off the doorway and coming up behind me, running a finger over the mark on my neck, making those delicious sparks shoot across my skin. I involuntarily close my eyes and moan softly before I can stop myself. His touch and those sparks are so much more electrifying today. Valentine smirks, knowing the effect he just had on me. Jerk. I want to mark him too and mess with him. “What does it do?” Marvel asked Valentine.

Darius didn't even have time to scream as he was propelled backward, his armor melting into his skin, crashing through the heavy oak doors of the barracks. Then she turned to Alaric. The High Alpha drew his sword, his eyes wide with a frantic, cornered terror. “Stay back! I am a Lord of the Ridge! You cannot-” “I am the First Flame,” Freya interrupted, her voice a death sentence. She didn't use a blade. She simply raised her hands, and the very air around Alaric turned to plasma. A vortex of fire swirled around him, a cage of sun-fire that cut off the oxygen and turned the cobblestones beneath him into molten glass.

"How fucking dare you!" Marcellah screamed, letting her emotions take control of her as she raised her hands and procured a massive ball of black fire, ready to launch it at me. I barely flinched, facing her head on as the power that was within me grew more and more, pushing me to rush her in a speed unlike anything I had ever felt.

They are breathtaking. Finally, the taxi arrives and I thank them both for waiting for me. As I reach out to open the door Max does as well. As soon as his hand is over mine intense sparks shoot up my arm and I gasp. He immediately pulls his hand away from me as his eyes go wide. “Sorry he mutters”. What the hell was that, did he just shock me? I look back at him as I pull the door open as soon as our eyes meet I feel a flutter deep down in my core and my heart rate picks up again. It’s not fear doing it this time though, it’s desire.

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"