Sylvia Day Crossfire Series Novels & Stories

- 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.

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN

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.

“I love you.” Rebecca smiled as she kissed her lover’s forehead before she stared into his green eyes. “I love you Noah.” I hissed in pain as the sounds of crying and screaming, the smell of fire burning a building as I heard Rebecca screaming Noah’s name. I could see everything Rebecca saw as she watched her house with her husband inside burning to the ground unable to do anything before a sword stabbed her from behind. I could feel the pain, the sword sinking deeper and deeper in her body as it punctured every vital organ as blood dripped from her mouth while tears escaped her eyes.

Whisper appeared to bask in their surprise, enjoying the moment of shocking them into silence. ‘Burn them,’ Whisper said. ‘Burn them now.’ When the flames finally feasted upon them, Mathilda appeared next to Faye. She was crying, watching her daughter burn. Faye wished for nothing more in that moment, than to be able to hold her and comfort her. What agony was she enduring, watching her daughter being fed to the flames? ‘Mathilda, I wish I could take your pain away,’ Faye said. ‘Forgive us…’ Silently, Mathilda faded away into the night.

It wasn’t her though; it was Osline, but it’s still the same thing. I had to burn my hand to match the exact pain she’s probably feeling, to punish myself. I know it’s crazy, but like I said, I can’t help it. After I rinse away the spilled coffee, I open the cupboard and pull out my lighter. For a moment my stomach drops. I stare at it, heart racing in my ribs. I flick the flame and press it to my arm. I hold back my scream as it keeps burning me. This is what happens when I can’t stop thinking about ‘her’ I have to hurt myself until I can stop.

“I knew we should have killed her when we had the chance.” “You didn’t want to deal with the paperwork or go on leave,” Devon muttered. Michael shrugged and nodded. It was true. We had a run-in with the Trivisonnos a couple of years ago and Michael had almost killed Sera in the crossfire. It was an accidental shot and if she had died, she would have been a casualty of circumstances. The circumstances were that she was with the mafia when the FBI was raiding their warehouse. Michael had felt guilty about the incident. Apparently, his guilt was short-lived.

Pain shoots through my bones, and tears pierce the corners of my eyes. I hear footsteps coming from the hallway, but before I know it, the bitch is on the floor too, screaming and writhing. Ares appears and only takes in the scene in one flimsy second before stalking closer to us. He doesn’t rush to our aid. Instead, he looks at me accusingly. “What did you do, Annika?” Ares questions, positioning himself between me and her. I shake my head exasperatedly, hoping that this time, he believes me. But hope has been nonexistent since I got married to Ares Brooker. "Nothing," I answer through clenched teeth. "She pushed me."

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.