Crossfire Novels & Stories

The forest burned. Night bled into the glow of flames as shadows twisted between trees, the hiss of embers and the crackle of splintering bark louder than the screams. The scent of pine and ash choked the air, a grim perfume for the battle that raged. Ariya moved like a storm through the clearing, her eyes glowing gold, a primal fury fueling every strike. Claws extended, she cut down the last of the Crimson Watchers that had dared to breach Shadow Fang’s perimeter, their dark tunics and crude weapons no match for her honed strength. Each swing was precise, each kill swift, driven by the desperate need to protect her pack.

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.

Zander was completely focused on me now, his computer and paperwork forgotten. “He was nice at first, but then when I went to come on break, he started getting pushy about joining me. Ash told him I’d catch him on fire, and we’d roast marshmallows while he burned.” Zander smiled. “Ash and his sense of humor never fail. I bet the Vampire avoids you from now on. Fire is one of the few ways to kill them.” “So, are Gargoyles the only ones immune to fire?” I asked.

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.

Blood sprayed across the underbrush. Ryker shifted late—too cocky, too slow. But he fought dirty. A swipe caught Link across the ribs. I screamed. And something inside me broke. The mark on my hand blazed. Fire erupted from my skin. Real fire. It curled around my arms like armor, danced down my spine, and poured from my mouth in a guttural scream that shattered the air. The wolves stopped. Even Ryker froze. I stepped between them, flames dancing in my eyes.

Zara’s POV Flames ripped through the sky like a wound torn open in the heavens. The fire bled downward, splitting the night apart with searing light that washed over the battlefield. Rogues froze mid-attack. Hunters stumbled back, their disciplined formation scattering for the first time. The ground shook beneath us as sparks rained down, setting the treetops ablaze. Marcus shoved me behind him, his chest still bleeding from the hunter’s strike, but his golden eyes locked on the flames as if even he couldn’t decide if this was salvation or damnation.

He raised his arms to shield himself, dragonfire boiling in his veins, answering the unnatural blaze before him. The shadows didn’t retreat. They bared their teeth at him, hungry, furious. But he pushed harder. Step after step. Because she was there. Somewhere inside that vortex of ruin. Small. Fragile. Drowning. He reached his hand through the fire, through the storm. “Come back to me—” And then his mouth betrayed him. The name tore from his chest before he could stop it, instinct stronger than sense: “Vaelira!” Her head snapped up.

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

Pain exploded across my face. I stumbled back, shocked as my cheek burned. The reality finally hit me. This wasn’t just a scandal anymore. This was war.

He gripped the boat's steering wheel with one hand and picked up his rifle with the other. A rain of bullets began to pour from the speedboats behind us. Small fountains of water erupted where the bullets struck the surface. ​Lucas pushed the boat to its maximum speed. It skipped over the waves with violent jolts. With every shudder, my heart felt like it was tearing apart. Lucas turned occasionally to fire back. With his perfect aim, one of the speedboats' engines caught fire and exploded into a massive fireball within seconds. But the remaining two boats refused to give up the chase.