Sylvia Day Crossfire Novels Novels & Stories

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.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

The subsequent explosion would decimate the surrounding block into a heap of ash and dust, leaving the rest of us to navigate through the flames and smoke. “I can’t help it,” Rachel said with a sigh as she shook her head and gave us a reluctant cringe. “You’d better work on it because if she doesn’t come back because you’re being a raving bitch-” I started before David cut me off. He sent me a look before turning to Rachel. “She’s angry and you’re the last person that should be provoking her,” he added, giving Rachel an exasperated look. “She’s angry because you had some sick idea that the only way to drive her away was to have sex with another woman,” she retorted with a scowl. “I’d be fuck

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter 016: Coffee and Tantrums Sofia woke up bright and early Saturday morning, it was the day of the coffee shop event and she was so excited, she was more excited as she woke up to a text from Spencer saying his good morning and wishing her the best day and a successful event, nothing could ruin her day as Spencer had made it wonderful. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and did her morning routine before heading down to see Mary.

Two witches raised their staffs, braiding their incantations into a burning spiral aimed directly at her heart. The Bond Surges Something broke open inside her. A rush of heat and frost surged through her veins, gold and silver light burning beneath her skin. Selene’s eyes blazed as she thrust her hands forward. A wall of flame erupted — laced with frost, burning cold and hot at once. The wolves slammed into it, howling as steam erupted from their fur. Witchfire bent sideways, sputtering out as it hit her shield. Frost crept along the ground in spirals, while fire arced overhead like a burning crown.

The night was quiet now—eerily quiet—except for the soft crackle of dying embers and the ragged breaths of those who had survived. Evelynn sat with her back against a fallen tree, her body trembling, every muscle aching as if the fire had hollowed her out. Her hair clung to her damp skin, tangled with ash, her palms raw from the force of the blaze. The fire inside her was quiet now, dimmed to a fragile ember, but it left her shaken—like a storm that had passed but might still return at any moment.

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.

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

They roared to life, wrapped in flame, and obliterated the demons in front of me in a searing pulse. Everyone froze. The monsters turned and I turned with them. This time, I didn’t run. I fought. The flames burned hotter, darker, a weapon of ash and shadow. I cut through the beasts, my body moving like the fire itself, instinct and rage in perfect rhythm. The sky screamed with me. The city trembled. Demons disintegrated where it touched them. No screams, no ashes, just nothing. Cultists tried to run. The shadows caught them, dragging them into the fire as if offering tribute. I moved, not frantic, not afraid. Purposeful. Each step sent waves of black flame rolling forward, consuming everythi

The morning sun was already high, pouring through the glass walls of the villa and turning the room into an oven. But the heat from the sun was nothing compared to the heat still burning between Selina and Dante. They hadn’t slept. Not really. Every time they tried to close their eyes, one of them would reach out, a hand brushing a hip or a chest, and the fire would start all over again.