Sylvia Day Crossfire Novel Novels & Stories

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.

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?

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.

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

And then the fire came. Selena's archers loosed in unison , shafts arcing into the oil-slick barricade. The brush caught fast, flames roaring through the piled timber, smoke curling black against the iron-gray sky. The front ranks shrieked, bodies pressing back into the men behind them, screams rising above the drumbeat. Through the crackle of fire, Selena saw Kieran's silhouette framed in the inferno. His blade rose, pointing past the flames to the heart of Calor's line.

PROLOGUE – EXTENDED Title: What the Fire Forgot Book Two: Throne of Fire & Favors: Loyalty Is a Loaded Gun Time: 4 Months After Naomi Raines' Death Location: Valeburn City, Southside Block, Navarro-District Border Weather: Overcast with the smell of distant smoke and oil; a light wind rustles charred flyers across blood-washed pavement Soundscape: Buzzing streetlamps, the soft clink of bottles, low whimpers from alley shadows, and sirens like lullabies for broken cities

“We both know you wouldn’t dare.” “Try me,” she whispered with a wicked smile, then kissed him hard. Their bodies moved with practiced rhythm. This wasn’t love,it was lust, greed, and power games all wrapped into one heated exchange. Clothes flew off. Moans filled the room. And when it was over, they lay there breathless, not from emotion, but from the thrill of getting everything they wanted without consequences. Tamara lit a cigarette, took a drag, and handed it to Rumero. “So what’s next?”

A sense of deja vu hits me. After spending my first marital night of bliss with Braxius, his harpy first wife storms into his room. She was demanding my immediate removal from his palace. Braxius didn't give in to her demands, but he didn't defend me either. Instead, he tells me to leave his room through a side door, like a shamed woman. I disobeyed and marched through his main door, keeping my head up while walking down the corridors until I was back in my servant's cell.

He raised his hand to knock but before he could the door opened and a woman stood there with David Chen behind her. She was maybe in her late forties with graying hair and eyes that looked tired in ways that had nothing to do with sleep. When she saw Damien her entire body went rigid, her hand gripping the doorframe so hard her knuckles turned white. "Sarah," David said gently, his hand on her shoulder. "This is Damien Cross. The man who killed Marcus." The words hung in the air like accusation and truth mixed together and I watched Sarah's face cycle through emotions too fast to name. Rage and grief and something that looked almost like relief flashed across her features before settling int

Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus