Crossfire 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

Suddenly, more soldiers appeared charging at me. “Frostfire Surge!” I shouted angrily. All the soldiers shouted in pain and collapsed dead around us in heaps. I pointed up at the sky as the ship tried to leave again. “Blazing Hypernova!” Due to the high levels of pain, a stabbing pain in my side made the fireball miss by about ten feet. “Glass Arrow Annihilation!” I felt the black marks rush up to the top of my shoulders. “No!” Zachary shouted as the ship exploded raining down debris.

Pain shoots through my bones, and tears pierce the corners of my eyes. I hear footsteps coming from the hallway, but before I know it, the bitch is on the floor too, screaming and writhing. Ares appears and only takes in the scene in one flimsy second before stalking closer to us. He doesn’t rush to our aid. Instead, he looks at me accusingly. “What did you do, Annika?” Ares questions, positioning himself between me and her. I shake my head exasperatedly, hoping that this time, he believes me. But hope has been nonexistent since I got married to Ares Brooker. "Nothing," I answer through clenched teeth. "She pushed me."

Air surged outward, catching the flame and pushing it back. The fire didn’t die. It grew. Blaze’s eyes flickered. “Again,” he said quietly. I lifted my hand. Fire answered this time. Not just mine. His. The two flames met between us— And fused. The heat spiked instantly. Not doubling. Multiplying. The circle glowed brighter. White-orange. Blaze stepped forward. “So that’s new,” he said. “Very new.” I pushed more air into the mix. The fire surged higher. Blaze didn’t pull back.

that life would burn them to ash. "Eryx, I have to be the Relay," I said, my sunset-gold fire flaring as I felt the first "Combustion-Spikes" coming from a pack in the Southern Delta. "I can't go to all of them, but I can use the Sovereign-Fang to turn the North into a Global Grounding-Wire."

They were loaded with barrels of Sun-Fire, an alchemical liquid that burned even on ice. "First volley!" Caspian roared. "Shields!" Kaelen yelled, lunging forward to pull me off the bridge just as the first barrel streaked through the sky like a falling star. The world turned into a roar of orange flame and screaming iron. The siege had truly begun.

“I only care that you did it. You flushed me out. You nearly got me killed by whatever the hell is in that water. For that, you pay.” He launched the fireball. It wasn’t a wild throw; it was aimed, controlled, deadly. Marcus and Spark scattered, their movements clumsy with exhaustion and injury. The fireball exploded against the pristine sand, leaving a blackened, smoking scar that began, impossibly, to smooth itself out within seconds. “You’re not listening!” Spark shrieked, dodging another searing projectile. “She used us! Go after her!” “If you were dumb enough to fall for it, you deserve what’s coming,” Wren shot back, his attacks relentless. “What kind of veteran gets played by a rookie

I grunt as two of the subjects burst through the flames. “Keep on throwing,” Braden replies. “Even if we don’t kill them all, we need to get away, and we’re running out of places to hide.” “I’ll spread the fire,” I say, lifting my palms and summoning the wind. When the next bottle hits the road, I send wind, prompting the flames higher and wider. The men keep tossing bottles, and soon there is a wall of flames behind us. “That should do it,” Braden exhales deeply when the subjects do not appear again.

“I want them to remember the first time all five packs danced under the same sky.” Meera smiled. “Nightclaw won’t come.” “Then we’ll dance where they can see us,” Vikram said. “On the border. Let them watch from their cliffs. Maybe watching is how joining starts.” They called it “Rootfire.” Because roots share warmth underground in winter. And fire brings people together above ground. *Part 2 – Preparing Without Asking, Day 56-60* Vikram didn’t send invitations. He sent work. To Stonefang: “We need wheat for bread. As much as you can spare.”

THE RECKONING The first creature crossed the road. The soldiers opened fire. Gunfire erupted across the district. Hazel watched the battlefield ignite. Tracer rounds tore through the darkness. Explosions shook abandoned buildings. Vehicles moved into defensive positions. Helicopters rose overhead. For the first time, humanity was seeing the enemy. Not as rumors. Not as secret files. Not as unexplained disappearances. As a real force. Miyan fired. "LEFT!" Hazel turned.