Sylvia Day Crossfire Books Novels & Stories

- 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.

It wasn’t her though; it was Osline, but it’s still the same thing. I had to burn my hand to match the exact pain she’s probably feeling, to punish myself. I know it’s crazy, but like I said, I can’t help it. After I rinse away the spilled coffee, I open the cupboard and pull out my lighter. For a moment my stomach drops. I stare at it, heart racing in my ribs. I flick the flame and press it to my arm. I hold back my scream as it keeps burning me. This is what happens when I can’t stop thinking about ‘her’ I have to hurt myself until I can stop.

Her body screamed for more, yet a flicker of doubt pulled at her—was she tearing herself apart chasing two fires? Silas’s eyes darkened as he caught the hesitation. “You want to stop running,” he murmured, voice thick with promise. “Let me show you what it means to burn without fear.” Her heart pounded wildly, caught between surrender and resistance. The night stretched on, every stolen touch and whispered word weaving a dangerous, delicious web around her. And Lydia knew one thing for certain—nothing would ever be the same again. Lydia’s pulse thundered in her ears as Damian’s fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along her spine, sending shivers that ignited every nerve ending. Silas’s

“But you gave her peace, Mia. She knew she wasn’t alone.” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to cling to that thought, but it wasn’t enough to ease the ache in my chest. The fire was lit, and the flames slowly began to consume the pyre, crackling and hissing as they rose higher, licking at the wood and cloth. The scent of burning wood filled the air, and with it, a sense of finality. Sylvia was gone.

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.

They stepped toward the altar. Suddenly—a sharp hum of energy—and the room twisted around them. Not physically—but in time. The sanctuary blurred, and Lyra found herself standing in the past. Everything was bathed in silvery light. The altar gleamed, untouched. Around her stood wolves in ceremonial garb. The air vibrated with power. A voice echoed: “The Flame must remain hidden… lest the shadow find it again.” “And if she is born?” “Then we bury her blood beneath truth and silence.” Lyra gasped. The vision shattered.

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

Before my eyes, my memories—moments with Lucas, our seaside home, our love—were being gathered in his palm like burning spheres of fire. As a final attempt, I detonated the “super-simulation” code within me. Flames burst through the gaps between the Original Father’s fingers. The entire lab shook violently. In that blinding white explosion, when I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in the metallic city. I stood in an endless library—filled with billions of bookshelves. Every book was titled “Sophia.” I opened one book—it was the story of my life. I opened another—it described my death.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

He laughed "I love you, Ravenna North" "And I love you, Axel North" * This is the literal end of Fire and Ice! Finally! I just wanna say a big thank you to all the people that read to this point and also to the people that cared enough to text me on my g***l which is still ojegift99@g***l.com. I love you all so much and I'd miss you all terribly ಥ╭╮ಥ If you're asking if they would be a sequel on Briar and Kyle?