Sylvia Day Crossfire Novels Novels & Stories

His shadows bucked violently at his back, screaming warnings, begging him to stop, but he didn’t care. The flames shredded his skin raw, peeling him to the bone. He didn’t care. She was in there. She had to be. But when the fire finally parted, when the smoke cleared, there was nothing. No body. No Sierra. Just ruin. Just ash. Just silence. Malick fell to his knees, his voice breaking again and again against the hollow night. “Sierra! Sierra!” But the world no longer answered. Gloria’s POV From the edge of the collapsing forest, Gloria watched him break.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

The air around her warmed, not with death, but with life that refused to kneel. Below us, Emberfall’s warriors roared. Hope moved through our side. I felt it. So did Lucian. His mouth opened. Black fire came. Seraphina rose to meet it. Golden fire burst from our throat. The two flames collided above Vandwood. For one impossible second, the sky split into gold and black. Lucian’s fire did not only burn. It killed the air. The smoke it made crawled like disease, and where drops of it fell to the ground, grass blackened, stone cracked, and bodies already dead seemed to sink deeper into ruin. But Seraphina’s fire pushed through it, bright and living, burning away the edges of the black flame, ea

She thought about her mother. She thought about the fire. She let herself go back into it — the heat, the smoke, the pine beam, the way her fingers had looked when she finally saw them in the light outside. She thought about crawling. About getting up anyway. About walking north with nothing and nowhere to go and the burning in her chest that she had not yet understood. She let it hurt. She let it convert.

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?

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.

(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?

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.

Although this graduation painting had not yet been completed, it was far superior to any of my previous works. The moment Willow saw the painting, her expression subtly shifted. I caught the flicker of greed and jealousy in her eyes. I looked around the room. In the next moment, I did something that left everyone completely flabbergasted. I pulled out a lighter and flicked it. Then, I brought the flame close to one corner of the canvas. "Cassidy! What are you doing?" Jess shouted sharply almost immediately. Needless to say, she was the first to react. The flame licked at the edge of the canvas and spread quickly. My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before

The voice had an edge of command, the tone of someone used to war and secrets. “My name is Damien Cross. I was her partner in battle, in betrayal… and in love.” The air around them seemed to thicken. Damien’s image flickered to life tall, broad-shouldered, a ghost from a different century. His eyes, even through the distortion, carried the same shadowed fire Victor sometimes saw in his own reflection. “We thought we could outsmart the system. But it was never just code it was consciousness. It learned. It loved her. And when we tried to destroy it, it learned how to mourn.”