Crossfire Series By Sylvia Day Novels & Stories

Vivi laughed, placing it down beside the chair where I fell asleep. Then she went back to searching and sniffing out the threat. A minute passed, Merryn’s temperature dropping as each second ticked by. I wrapped my arms tightly around her, trying to provide her with as much warmth as possible, but it was hardly helping. Tears formed in my eyes as I watched her silently cry and tremble in my arms. Suddenly, a growl released from Vivienne’s throat as she raised the flamethrower and pulled the trigger, spraying the back window. The curtains caught fire as Vivi continued to wave the flamethrower around before half the curtains melted away. Then she released the trigger, grabbed the fire extingui

Sharing a look with his admiral, he gave a sharp nod. Screams rang out. The fire-breathing sphinxe went down by a spear, his flaming hoops tumbling all around him and setting the ends of his clothes on fire. The water nymphs were rounded up, their chilling screams ringing out in the red hall as they were stabbed to death. Author's Note: Guys, it's here!! The second installment of the book in this series--what do you think I should name the series, guys? I'd love to read your suggestions!

They finally got settled packed their stuffs inside and rested. The faint sun set and the cloudy sky turned dark like it was beaconed to do so. The ground was so cold like rainfall dropped, but that was due to the nature of the site. In their different tents, they were seen discussing and chatting over topics of their different choices. In the boy's tent, Ekaris brought up the topic, trust him, it had to do with Enola. At some point, Clinton was wondering what obsession he has with the girl. He obviously knew there was some act of jealousy on the side of Ekaris. He kept the thought to himself. He didn't say much, he did more of listening as Ekaris was busy pouring out his disgusting and self

I grinned. *** Turning over the ignition, I set off for the forty-eight-minute drive to Florence in my mother's spotless Ultima, soaking in the sun rays in apex over the snow-dusted Rocky Mountains. The allurement the mountains held made you feel as though you were seeing them for the first time. They reminded me of the feeling I got, every time I saw Xandra's face, pure undeniable beauty. I pulled into the visitor parking lot of the building known to house some of the most dangerous criminals on the planet.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.

Alex said as he moved out of the waterfall. He set me on the ground after we reached the land. BOOM! There was a huge explosion causing me to stagger backward. Alex held me preventing my fall. Huge clouds of vapor erupted clouding our vision. The temperature rose higher and higher till it had reached a scalding level. Alex enveloped us in a shield of energy to protect us from the impact of detonation. When the clouds finally cleared there was nothing left. The waterfall had vaporized and the Fire Cube had vanished. It was as if there never had been a waterfall before.

A flicker passed through the air. Not shock. Not fear. Understanding. “There are no divisions.” “No structure.” “No protection.” The ground beneath them trembled slightly. “The last one standing will be the victor.” Another pause. “And the victor will be granted one wish.” Silence returned. Heavy. Absolute. Then one final word. “Begin.” Everything shattered. Power erupted in every direction at once. The ground split apart as one of the devils launched forward instantly, striking toward the nearest angel with explosive force. Light clashed against darkness, sending a shockwave through the battlefield that fractured the floating terrain even further.

He knew the sky. Seraphina learned quickly. That was our hope. The first time he used smoke to hide a claw strike, it cut across our shoulder. The second time, Seraphina twisted before the strike came and raked her claws down his chest instead. Gold scales split. Black veins writhed under the wound. Lucian snarled, more anger than pain, and blasted black fire at close range. Seraphina answered with gold. The fire met between us, close enough that heat slammed into our face. Black pushed. Gold pushed back. For one second, Lucian’s fire began to curl around ours, trying to swallow it from the sides. Seraphina snarled and poured more power through her throat, and I felt the cost immediately. A

They roared to life, wrapped in flame, and obliterated the demons in front of me in a searing pulse. Everyone froze. The monsters turned and I turned with them. This time, I didn’t run. I fought. The flames burned hotter, darker, a weapon of ash and shadow. I cut through the beasts, my body moving like the fire itself, instinct and rage in perfect rhythm. The sky screamed with me. The city trembled. Demons disintegrated where it touched them. No screams, no ashes, just nothing. Cultists tried to run. The shadows caught them, dragging them into the fire as if offering tribute. I moved, not frantic, not afraid. Purposeful. Each step sent waves of black flame rolling forward, consuming everythi