Sylvia Day Crossfire Novels Novels & Stories

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. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!

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

- 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.

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.

He'll never reach me in time. He yells and I smile. Whatever he says, it's too late. I dive. The wind slides over my flesh and the burning sensation takes hold of me again. It builds and it feels as if my entire body is eaten by flames. The pain stops my breath. I've almost died of cancer, crossed realms, and been cast aside by a dragon. I can handle pain.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

Allison’s POV There are two types of women in this world, those who cry when a man cheats, and those who set his suits on fire. Me? I’m the third type. I flirt my way into his damn office and help my best friend burn his empire to the ground. “Five minutes,” I whispered in Jeron’s ear, watching his Adam’s apple bob like he’d swallowed a golf ball. “Just five… and I’ll owe you one.” Jeron blinked, cheeks flushed like a schoolboy caught staring. “I really shouldn’t…”

Fire Kingdom, The Realm of Red. Present day. The full moon shimmered lustrously above Almera. A wonderful moonlight twinkled against the polished surface of the three objects in the old alchemist's palms. Colorful blue, red and purple fires all through her veins as she dropped them into the ground, pushing at the dust until it makes a nice pile over the three items. She patted the earth sweetly once more before turning away, her long gown skimming against the dirt as she returned to the dark cabin. Her white long silver hair sways against her back as she leaves, never once looking out at the road where Pearl stood from the distant. Lurking in the night.

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

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