Sylvia Day Crossfire Novel Novels & Stories

“But love twisted through grief becomes something monstrous. I became a footnote in someone else’s story.” Savannah’s breath caught. “He used you.” “Not the way you think,” Delaney murmured. “He clung to me like a man drowning. I let him. I didn’t realize he was dragging me down too.” Silence. Thick and suffocating. Then Delaney stepped forward, her expression unguarded for once. “I set the fire,” she said. “But he poured the gasoline.” Savannah didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Her heart was still hemorrhaging.

The sane, logical part of my brain screamed at me to pack my bags, lock my door, and run as far away from this house as possible before I became collateral damage. But the fear wasn't paralyzing me. Instead, it was doing something twisted. It was fueling a dark, burning fire right in the pit of my stomach. The terrifying reality that Adrian Cross was a ruthless, cold-blooded monster was warring violently with my deep, undeniable addiction to him. And the addiction was winning. I didn't want to run from the truth. I didn't want to cower in my room and pretend I was just an innocent college student anymore. That girl was gone. I wanted to face the danger head-on.

A flame. “Don’t—” Orion had lunged forward, but it was too late. My foot touched the carved sigil in the center. The ground ignited in a ring of violet fire. I screamed, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sense of recognition. Something inside me cracked wide open. My blood roared like a storm; my skin shimmered with the same strange black fire that danced in Orion’s veins. He caught me, his hands around my wrists, anchoring me. And then… something shifted. The fire spiraled between us, pulling us together in twin coils of energy, shadows and embers entwining like a heartbeat trying to sync. A rush of heat and shadow surged between us. My knees buckled. My vision blurred.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

Delora fell to the ground. Mora screamed when the fireball erupted from the blade. It had only been a soft, though angry red, glow around their hands until Sylvia put her right hand on it, too, then it had encompassed both women. Even though they somehow knew that Sylvia would make it through this ordeal, shouts could be heard to bring water to douse the fire. Then it was over. The fire was gone and one of the women lay dead on the floor. Thankfully, Lady Chadwick was the woman still standing.

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.

His lips twisted into a wicked smile. Like a predator, he stalked closer and suddenly pounced. Selena jolted awake, fear crashing through her body. She tried to scream, but his hand clamped tightly over her mouth. She struggled fiercely, clawing and kicking with all the strength she could muster. In her frantic fight, she shoved him backward. He stumbled into the small wooden table beside her bed. The candle. The single flame wavered before toppling, catching the curtain in an instant. Within seconds, fire raced upward, devouring the fabric with terrifying hunger.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

I trembled and glared at her. During the first four tries, I had gone into the operating room full of hope, only to be told that the match failed. I coughed up blood every night, and I lost large clumps of hair. I only thought that I was unlucky, but this was all because Seth and Julius wanted to take revenge for Jody. Hate burned in my heart. Out of nowhere, I gained strength and lunged at Jody like a mad woman to grab her neck. “Die!” Jody was not expecting me to suddenly attack her, and she fell on the floor. “Help! Elena lost her mind! Julius, Seth, help me!”

Sylvia They forced us to our knees on the cold gravel just beyond the shattered entrance. The night air should have felt cool. Instead, it burned. Heat rolled off the estate in violent waves, flames devouring the east wing with a hungry roar. The sky above was stained orange and black, smoke twisting upward like a signal to something merciless and watching. Zip-ties bit into my wrists so tightly my hands began to tingle almost instantly. I struggled violently anyway. “Don’t touch her!” Logan roared.