Sylvia Day The Crossfire Series Novels & Stories

She slammed her fist into the cathedral”s spire, sending a pulse of pure, white-hot, anti-biological energy screaming down into the streets”a shockwave that turned every vampire it touched into a pillar of blinding, silent flame. The banquet was over. And in the sudden, holy light of the burning city, Cattleya finally saw the dawn.

“Magnus, tonight you die!’ In one swift movement, she plunged the dagger between his eyes, twisting it until his eyes closed, with an inhuman scream from the depths of hell itself. ‘It’s not over yet,’ Faye announced. ‘We must burn them. Fire is the only way to cleanse the world of them forever.’ In the clearing in the woods, they found Whisper and August waiting for them. The husks were chained as Mark and Eli dragged them to where a pyre had already been prepared. ‘Well done, young witch. Well done to all of you. Tonight, this mortal world is a safer place to be.’ At the sound of Whisper’s voice, Sybil, Eli, and Mark gasped in unison. Whisper appeared to bask in their surprise, enjoying th

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 explosion that followed silenced the cries. From the darkness, illuminated by the fire engulfing the train, the figure that had been waiting by the roadside approached the wreckage. He stopped before it and pulled the hood from his face. His face was a horrid affair, a decaying patch with worms crawling out of it. He raised his hand towards the train and the train shivered violently, even as it was still burning. Wraiths of bodies, translucent and glimmering a ghoulish blue, rose from the wreckage. The faces on these wraiths were confused and they seemed to be drawn to the being rather than moving towards the figure by the roadside. On sighting him, they started screaming, high-pitched,

Nicholas' witch was muttering spells under her breath trying to stop Ruby from whatever it was she was doing but that just seemed to make the fire to grow higher and spread wilder, scaring Ruby more than she already was. "What's happening to me?! Somebody help!" That was when Clara and Van Langston finally came in. The fire that the brunette created was already weakening Nicholas, so all Clara had to do was push him a little farther towards the brink of death and Emmett came in to finish the job. Van, noticing the situation Ruby was in, vamp-sped towards her, trying to avoid getting burned to death before he finally was by her side. He held her close before vamp-speeding back to their so-cal

I explained as I lasciviously stroked the burnt velvet petals. “Oh, I see. And who might that be?” “Cello Clare!” I said as I relaxed, squeezing the fragile flower in my fist. When I opened my hand, the burnt part had fallen off and the still red part remained beautifully carved. “Okay, you’ll have to explain it better than that. Another one of your...conquests?” Fabrizio asked, emphasizing the last word, knowing the problem I was facing. “That’s the problem, that this time something happened inside me and not only was I like a volcano ready to erupt, but I lost her too.” I said, only in my voice there was no longer regret but dismay. That woman had to be mine at all costs.

It ran deeper, pulsing in small betrayals of control, the way Elara’s tone turned sharper only with Damon, the subtle way Damon’s eyes lingered on her longer than necessary, the brush of his folder sliding deliberately against hers. Clarisse’s lips curved faintly. Very interesting. Elara had always been a thorn, too proud, too willful for her own good. Clarisse had built her life carefully, from secretary to Henry Duval’s wife and she knew better than anyone how dangerous distractions could become. And Damon Cross was no mere distraction. He was fire dressed in steel. And Elara, for all her clever defiance, was already circling too close.

"That's not true! I never deceived him!" I retorted, "Really? You mean you didn't fake your divorce? Didn't manipulate him? Didn't pretend to be seriously injured during the earthquake so he'd abandon his own children to save you? Fiona, doesn't your conscience feel anything at all? My children could have been saved. No matter how you justify it, nothing excuses taking innocent lives. There are lines you don't cross!" "Yes, I hurt your children! But I've paid the price, Aster! We're even now—Eva is gone too! Do you know how much my heart aches?"

I don't care. She fell silent as she had no defense against the words I'd slung at her. She bent and picked up the flowers. "I'll leave, but at least keep the flowers. I owe you this much." I chortled at her audacity. "You owe me more than your life's worth. The flowers are nothing compared to your debt." Zoe never showed up in my sight since that day. Rumors claimed she went to an enclosed cram school that had less than two days off every month. That was the end of what I knew.

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