Novel & Cerita Sylvia Day Crossfire Novels

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

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.

saw the blaze of fire burning extremely bright and not moving. As soon as he saw the beautiful Amber glow next to the fire he knew that had to be Violet and ran towards it. He ran as fast as could to get to Violet before it was to late again. Before they knew it Jay ran right into the middle of the fire. Stopping in the middle of the fire upon seeing Violets glowing amber face. As soon as Violet saw him she became very blue, stricken with complete terror that Jay was going to be burnt to nothing by the flames she begun weeping, and the flames all turned to a Jade Blue and started healing the plants and kept Jay from burning. I took off after seeing Jay, I need to learn to control the blue f

felt like my soul would burst. I felt Selwyn try to reach me through our bond but he couldn’t leave the library. His confusion and worry for me was seeping into the corners of my mind. Then I felt his furry as he shifted and began ripping apart the library. I knew Prince Scott wouldn’t let him hurt anyone if they entered the library. I couldn’t reach out to my treasure to reassure him as the pain became unbearable. I screamed as my body elevated off the bed and erupted into blue flames. I trusted the mother goddess and knew she wouldn’t kill me but I never imagined that a recharge from her would be like this. Dragons were forged in fire and we didn’t burn at all but these flames felt like I

The brute had redone the bindings tighter—so tight, he couldn’t feel his fingers. But he didn’t care. Not when Ilana was folding in on herself like she was disappearing. Not after what Nathan said. Calix swallowed hard, heart thudding like war drums in his chest. His jaw ached from clenching it so long. His stomach felt like it was full of broken glass. You know why she locks up when someone touches her too close?” The words echoed like gunshots in his skull. He had suspected she carried ghosts. Everyone did. She’d never made a secret of the blood on her hands. But this wasn’t about a mission gone wrong. This wasn’t war.

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.

There it was. A wedding registry. Zach Dayton + Jane Burns. I stared at the screen, jaw clenched. I’ve never wanted to kill someone before, but I wanted to KILL Jane Burns.

Suddenly, a firm hand gripped her head, cutting off her thoughts— And then— ~FSHUUUUU!~ “ARGGHHHHHH!!!” Heat seared through her head as the hand that held her burned through her hair and began to dig into her flesh. Smoke came out of her burning skin as simmering sounds echoed within the room. “STOOOOPP! I’LL TAAALLLK! I’ll… I’ll talk…” As the searing heat ceased, Sylvia was left with the lingering sensation of burning, both physical and mental.

His words slivered under her skin like venom, igniting a furious fire in her. “You disgust me,” she growled, her eyes blazing with defiance. “You think you have power over me? Does this piece of paper make me yours? You may have me in a contract, Cross, but you’ll never have me. I will never belong to you.” He stared at her for a beat, something dark flickering in the depths of his eyes. Then, a slow, dangerous smile crept across his lips, one that sent a chill rippling through her. “I must confess, wifey—you’re turning out to be far more entertaining than I expected. All this fire… I like it. At least you won’t be boring in bed.”

," I coughed and begged but she didn't stop in her tracks. She continued walking until she got to the door and locked it, not giving me a chance to escape. I stared at the locked door, panic surging through my veins. The flames danced and roared, devouring everything in their path. The air grew thick with smoke, making it harder and harder to breathe. Each labored breath felt like a futile struggle against the encroaching darkness. I stumbled back, the intensity of the fire pushing me away from the window. Every cough sent searing pain through my chest as if my lungs were being scorched from the inside out. Desperation flooded my mind as I realized there was no way out. I was trapped in this