Crossfire Series By Sylvia Day Novels & Stories

Her body remembered before her mind caught up. She forced herself forward, step after step, out of the Velvet Room and into the humid night. The air hit her like a balm, cooling the heat that had surged too quickly. But inside? She was still on fire. The Days After She didn’t go back the next night. Or the next. She tried to sleep, but when she closed her eyes, it was his voice she heard. That low, raspy command. “Don’t run from me.” The worst part? She hadn’t. Not really. She’d walked into Elias’s arms, searching for comfort, for softness. But even in the middle of that sweetness, it was Cole’s shadow that loomed.

The scream cut short, drowned in the snarl of teeth and the thud of bodies hitting earth. Evelynn didn’t hesitate. Her flames obeyed her as if they had always belonged to her. She spun, and ribbons of fire arched around her like wings. Two hunters advanced—she thrust her palms forward, and a burst of heat threw them backward, their weapons clattering uselessly into the dirt. For a heartbeat, victory burned in her chest. Then the forest groaned. A sound too deep, too old. Branches snapped as something enormous moved in the dark. Evelynn turned, fire trembling in her hands, and her heart froze.

I tell him before ducking outside and sparking up a smoke as I lean on my polished bike. My thoughts wander to the woman who called herself Flames last night. She'd had my attention as soon as her wide green eyes had met mine, her full lips curled in an amused smile as she casually dealt with Tanya. When she walked into the bar, I'd stood back and observed as everyone tracked the fiery red heads movements through the room. Whether she meant to or not, she managed to get the attention of everyone in there and I'm sure caused a few to suffer from their eyes wandering off of their ol' ladies. When she has walked away from me outside, my c**k had jumped in my trousers as I watched her round hips

He fell backwards down the stairs holding his head and screamed. The witch was behind me and I felt her as she tried to penetrate my mind. I felt the pain and it took me down to one knee. I looked up as Bryan shot another man point-blank in his face. I didn’t have much time before she overpowered me. He aimed the gun at the witch but it only clicked, the click drew her attention and she concentrated her pain on Bryan. He sank to the floor on his knees and I looked directly at her. “Ek brenna efri sál blár logi,” I shouted in my mind and the green flames in my hands burned a bright blue. I kept saying the words until the blue flames covered me and then disappeared as she started screaming as

The night sky blazed like molten gold. Even the stars seemed to vanish as an unnatural light seeped across the horizon. Packs all over the land lifted their muzzles, their howls drowned out by the deafening roar of firestorms crackling in the south. The Solar Wolves had begun. Scene One: The March of Fire

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

Even so, he figured that even if they had tried to interfere, Chase and the others would have stopped them. Either way, the opponents would have lost their composure. The situation would still have favored his side. Now that they had let him complete his charge, they could prepare to meet their maker! With supreme confidence, Walter shouted loudly as the Divine Order's Flame sun spun toward Carla and Fallon at extreme speed. The Path of Fire's true meaning carried within made Yara feel extremely comfortable. With her Phoenix Deity's bloodline, she had a natural affinity for fire. Though the fire's true meaning in Walter's Divine Order's Flame sun was not the highest grade, it was still quite

Serena’s hands lifted instinctively, the flames answering her unspoken command. It started small—a flicker, a spark in the underbrush near the nearest scout. Panic sparked in his eyes as the fire licked toward him, hungry, alive. Another step, and a second burst ignited, precise, deliberate, a warning turned weapon. Serena realized with a cold, sharp thrill: she was no longer prey. She was predator. The moment came suddenly—a scout lunged, and instinct overtook thought. Her hands exploded with controlled fire, a wave that threw him backward, screaming. The others tried to respond, but panic shattered their formation.

The flames kiss the base of the structure first, then catch. Within moments, the Saltfire roars to life. Its heat rolls out in waves. Orange light spills across the faces around us, turning everyone golden. The chill that’s lingered all day for the last few weeks begins to lift, slowly replaced by warmth that seeps into the bones. Sparks rise like fireflies into the darkening sky, and I find myself holding Kara’s hand again without realizing it.

Sophia’s POV The safehouse erupted in flames, the explosion’s roar swallowing the forest as the new scarred woman stepped from the trees, her rifle gleaming, her voice cold: “The Syndicate never dies.” Her face, marked by a jagged scar across her cheek, was unfamiliar yet chillingly authoritative, a new player in this deadly game. My heart pounded, the journal and three drives clutched against my chest, their weight a tether to my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had exposed the Syndicate’s empire, now faltering under their counterattacks. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fe