Sylvia Day Crossfire Books Novels & Stories

I don't care. She fell silent as she had no defense against the words I'd slung at her. She bent and picked up the flowers. "I'll leave, but at least keep the flowers. I owe you this much." I chortled at her audacity. "You owe me more than your life's worth. The flowers are nothing compared to your debt." Zoe never showed up in my sight since that day. Rumors claimed she went to an enclosed cram school that had less than two days off every month. That was the end of what I knew.

SELENE. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting golden streaks across the sheets. For a moment, I allowed myself to bask in it, letting the warmth seep into my skin and lull me into a sense of fleeting peace. The night had been… intense. Overwhelming. Consuming. I was ravaged by the beast called Damien Cross, and my sore thighs were proof of that. And for a few stolen seconds, it felt natural, like a life I had no right to imagine.

Suddenly, a firm hand gripped her head, cutting off her thoughts— And then— ~FSHUUUUU!~ “ARGGHHHHHH!!!” Heat seared through her head as the hand that held her burned through her hair and began to dig into her flesh. Smoke came out of her burning skin as simmering sounds echoed within the room. “STOOOOPP! I’LL TAAALLLK! I’ll… I’ll talk…” As the searing heat ceased, Sylvia was left with the lingering sensation of burning, both physical and mental.

I was an employee at a secretive research lab located overseas, and I accidentally discovered an impending apocalypse known as the pyro-calypse, so I resigned from my job immediately. But before I left, I signed an NDA with the research lab that stated I must never leak any details about the apocalypse to other people to prevent mass panic on a global scale. After getting off the plane, I went home with my luggage in town. I hoped to convince my mom, Dorothy Locke, and my younger brother, Nicholas Kennedy, to head to the mountains, where we could stock up on supplies and tough out the apocalypse there.

If that's the norm, I won't care if I'm included or not. I just went to the library to read a book about Eleftheria. Maybe there is information there about the volcano. I will just pour out my anger and annoyance there. I am being immature and I don't understand myself either. The Palace library is spacious. Even if I spend a year reading it I won't finish all the books. Fortunately, it's easy to find what you need to read here because there are names. I went to the row where there were books about different parts of Valeria. I saw there a book about Samona, Caracass, Avalone, and Valencia. There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye.

McKenzie breathed every word in my ear, each word sounded like a spark of electricity through my body and I was trembling and I was throbbing so bad between my legs "So tell me Sunshine..."Danelle brushed me on top of my clothes and my head feel back , back arching as very needy cry escaped my mouth. My hands were gripping her sweatpants so hard that my knuckles were turning white. Please have mercy on me!"Tell me why I shouldn't exploit your weakness first before you use mine against me hmm? Why shouldn't I just have my way with you right now hmm?" And just then the door opened suddenly and in swift movement ,McKenzie turned me around and wrapped her arms around me like a blanket, hiding my

The brute had redone the bindings tighter—so tight, he couldn’t feel his fingers. But he didn’t care. Not when Ilana was folding in on herself like she was disappearing. Not after what Nathan said. Calix swallowed hard, heart thudding like war drums in his chest. His jaw ached from clenching it so long. His stomach felt like it was full of broken glass. You know why she locks up when someone touches her too close?” The words echoed like gunshots in his skull. He had suspected she carried ghosts. Everyone did. She’d never made a secret of the blood on her hands. But this wasn’t about a mission gone wrong. This wasn’t war.

The flames whispered against my ears, voices old and familiar, calling me by a name that was not mine. My breath caught, my body poised on the edge of surrender. This was more than a trial—it was a crucible, a reckoning. The shard thrummed in my chest, ready to either crown me or consume me. But as I raised my foot toward the circle of fire, one thought cut deeper than all the rest—when the flames closed in, would they honor Selena Cross… or awaken Ashara once and for all?

Two witches raised their staffs, braiding their incantations into a burning spiral aimed directly at her heart. The Bond Surges Something broke open inside her. A rush of heat and frost surged through her veins, gold and silver light burning beneath her skin. Selene’s eyes blazed as she thrust her hands forward. A wall of flame erupted — laced with frost, burning cold and hot at once. The wolves slammed into it, howling as steam erupted from their fur. Witchfire bent sideways, sputtering out as it hit her shield. Frost crept along the ground in spirals, while fire arced overhead like a burning crown.

Al their conflicting emotions, al the sly things they'd done, al the things they only dreamed about doing in the deepest, blackest parts of their hearts. Fire and ice licked over her flesh. The fire was due to the pain lancing through her body from the knives driven through the palms of her hands and the one just beneath her sternum. It felt like the fire was consuming her, burying her within its raging depths, devouring her very soul. The ice, well the ice was from the weakness stealing through her and dousing the fire beneath it.