Sylvia Day Crossfire Novel Novels & Stories

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?

Just as they passed in front of Odell and Tara, she heard someone speak to her in a glacial voice, “Isabel burned herself this afternoon.” Sylvia immediately halted and snapped in Odell’s direction, "How did Isabel burn herself?” Odell ignored her and led Tara into the car. "Odell, you better tell me the truth, how did Isabel burn herself?” Sylvia immediately chased after him. Odell responded with complete indifference and proceeded to start the engine of the car. He turned the steering wheel rapidly and prepared to drive off. Sylvia stood right in front of the car, but Odell showed no intention of planning to stop for her.

My mind was at war, trying to find a way, a solution, something that made sense in the midst of this chaos. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps approaching. Before I could react, I felt a light hand touch my arm. It was Candace. She was there, on the balcony, with a worried expression, her eyes fixed on me, analyzing every movement and every sign of discomfort. I wondered, for a brief moment, how much she might have heard. Her normally comforting touch now felt like a reminder of the crossroads I found myself at. How could I tell her what was happening? How could I confess that the woman I was cheating with had just called me to say she killed my father?

The scent of burning wood and something else—something unnatural—filled my lungs. Something wasn’t right. I turned to the Gamma. "Has anyone found the cause of the fire?" He shook his head. "Not yet, but it spread too fast. Almost like it was set intentionally." Rage flared inside me. An attack? Here? Now? A scream split the air. I turned just in time to see a section of a burning building collapse, sending sparks flying into the night. One of the warriors barely managed to pull a young girl out of the way before it crushed her.

“You’re dating, in general. You used to teach us how to slit throats in three seconds and now you’re cuddling on a couch.” Ilana snorted. “If you don’t stop discussing my love life,” Vincent began slowly, leaning forward. “I will hurt you, Charlie.” Charlie shuddered, looked at Ilana, then Calix with wide eyes that clearly said ‘this is what I’m talking about.’ Then he leaned towards Ilana and dropped his voice to a whisper. “It’s like watching your father date.” Ilana nodded solemnly. “I know. As I said, gross.” “Can we go back to the man who burned bodies?” Calix asked wearily.

“You haven’t even started to play the game, Luna.” The fire didn’t die after that. It only shifted. He kissed her again, slower this time, but with a possession that seared through her veins. Luna’s knees buckled, but his hold tightened, unrelenting. His other hand slid into her hair, angling her head, deepening the kiss until she felt branded from the inside out. Her mind screamed warnings, but her body betrayed her, arching into him, clinging instead of retreating. This was dangerous, Adrian Cross was dangerous, but God, she had never felt more alive than when she was standing on the edge of his fire.

Her eyes briefly met the young girl next to Jasper, her eyes wide and innocent, then flickering with unease as she watched them. The girl gripped Jasper's arm, her fingers showing no sign of letting go. Gone was the shame of being the other woman she had felt the night before. She clung to him like a delicate flower in need of protection. Elaine saw a ghost of her past self in her. She had been that girl once. As Elaine made to leave, Lucy caught her eye, a taunting smile playing on her lips, and she subtly gestured to her neck. Elaine's gaze followed, taking in the pale, soft skin marred by a patchwork of love bites—the unmistakable signs of passionate affection.

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?

Crystal screamed, and fire erupted outward. It wasn’t the clean, controlled flame she had summoned before. This was a tidal wave of fire that ripped through the clearing. Trees ignited like torches. Silver Fang wolves howled as flames consumed them, but the fire didn’t care who it touched. It leapt to friend and foe alike. Luca’s sleeve caught fire as he shielded a fallen warrior. Darius threw himself over a pup to smother the flames licking toward it. Evren cursed, dodging a burning branch as it crashed beside him.

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends.