Novel & Cerita Crossfire Series By Sylvia Day

- Rex sit down. Lucifron sat up immediately, but he wouldn't let go of his head. The daywalker had spoken the truth. Zog saw that now. The temperature rose like a fever in humans, and reached a point that made Lucifron fall to the ground convulsing. Flames began to come out of his body and the vampire got scared and backed away. Zog appears immediately. In all its fury, it opens its mouth and unleashes his fire, immediately setting the packhouse the vampires occupied on fire.

I cry to Brixtius, shaking him out of his shock. "We need to warn the house first!" Brixtius runs back into the house to raise the alarm. I stare as Vesuvius keeps throwing up ash into the air, and the deadly ash has started to fall back down to the earth. It is a wondrous sight to behold, nature in all her violence and beauty fused into one. Lighting has started to streak from the enormous cloud, and I was transfixed by the designs against the now darkening sky. No sun now. Only darkness. Like a tomb. It dawns on me. I was not meant to survive Pompeii. "Fuck you, fairies!" I scream into the air.

“You’re mine. My Luna. My fire. My queen.” “I want another,” I whispered. His pace faltered. “Another what?” “Pup. Tonight. Give me another.” He slammed into me with a growl that split my soul. And I screamed his name until the walls shook. Lily The flames didn’t die with the dawn. They grew. By morning, the forest bordering Grey Howl smoldered in a ring of supernatural fire—protective, ancient, and untouchable. Logan slept peacefully in my arms, but I could feel it in him…

She flicked out a match, and the line of accelerant caught with an overwhelming whoomph that blew back her hair in the force of air movement, creating a wall of flame between the Van Helsings and the alleyway. She leapt into the 4WD as it paused by her, still pulling the door closed as it took off down the road with a distressed squeal of tires. Gun fire cracked over the high-pitched screams of the burning zombies and the roar of flame, bullets sparking off the rear of the car, and Tom and Dan in the back seat cursed ducking instinctively as the rear window shattered. Sigrid twisted in her seat to look back at the street lit by fire, the zombies hanging from the streetlights still now, dripp

A.N. – Thank you all for your dedication to Fire and Ice, the story from here on out will include chapters from the POV of both Roman and Amber, the next few chapters will be Ambers entirely as we get to know her better and finally learn all about what has been going on between her and the Beta, but don’t worry, we haven’t heard the last of Tristan and Cali just yet. I hope you enjoy, L.M.Nokes xx Amber

The taste of smoke fills my mouth, dragonfire building in my chest, ready to incinerate any threat. I burst from the treeline, the clubhouse looming ahead. Members scatter from my path, their expressions a blur of alarm and recognition. I don't slow. Don't speak. Their fear-scent means nothing compared to the fading pulse of Dawn's magic I can feel through our fledgling bond. The great hall doors splinter under my shoulder's impact. Wood fragments scatter across polished stone as I skid to a stop, my gaze locking instantly on the burden in my brother's arms.

Her thoughts swirled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. She wound her way down the familiar roads, Lila's borrowed car gliding quietly over the asphalt until the fire station's brick facade came into view ahead. The parking lot was nearly vacant, save for a single pickup truck with Station 3 printed across its side, parked by the entrance, with the engine's bright lights casting eerie glows in the morning light. Firefighters in uniform moved around the engine, preparing and double-checking equipment. Their focus seemed driven, precise—nothing chaotic, though everything felt heightened. Ava got out of the car as quietly as she could and stepped inside, feeling the station's familiar

Stumbling out behind her, I stand frozen at her shoulder, gasping in stunned horror as she does, at the vicious mayhem around us. “Holy goddesses,” Darby whispers, aghast. Without another word, she raises her hand and a wild burst of flames leaps from it, twisting and arcing like a solar flare and engulfing a lumbering group of zombies. They jerk and twitch as the fire consumes them, the burning remains collapsing into sparking ruins and crashing into others around them.

she whispered in a sexy voice, giving him her best bedroom eyes. "Mmm, pretty sure you will never sit again, my love. Do svidanya, Jane," he said, closing the door firmly before she could say anything else. Grinning, Jane sat up in her seat and watched as Boris and the man whose name might be Alex got out of the vehicle. Alex went to stand at her husband's side while Boris reached for the driver side door. He never got the door open. An explosion of sound made Jane jump in her seat. Blood splattered the driver side window and she watched in horror as Boris went down in the road with a bellow of pain.

The raging inferno trailed closely behind, spreading with alarming velocity, threatening to devour them and reduce their existence to ashes. Right before the flames could incinerate the terror-stricken lycans, Lucian swooped in at the very edge of catastrophe. With his powerful claws, he quickly scooped them up, cradling them protectively. The flames left nothing but devastation and ash in their wake, where Sarai and Caspian had stood mere moments before. They clung onto his massive claws, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and trust, as they soared away from the raging storm. The scorching heat nipped at their skin, yet they maintained their unyielding grip.