Novel & Cerita Cassandra Clare Books Infernal Devices

“I just don’t want to lose you, Adrian. Everything that’s happened… it makes me feel guilty.” Adrian sighed, exhausted. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore, Cassandra. I just want it over.” But the moment he left, Cassandra’s gentle mask vanished. Her eyes hardened as she tapped a code on her phone. On the laptop screen, words appeared: > “Intruder Detected — Ghost Node: Active.” Cassandra’s lips curved into a sinister smile. “So, you think you can outsmart me, Rosemary? You’re far too predictable.” --- Back in the warehouse…

** Clarisse stood on the balcony of the Vendrake mansion, snow clinging to her hair and fur coat. She stared into the distance with a deadly gaze. “If Adrian wants to step on Vendrake territory...” Clarisse muttered. She smiled slightly, the smile of a woman who chose to survive by destroying. “...then I will destroy his trust first.” The winter wind carried whispers of the next war. And Cassel—with Enola and Damian in the middle—could only wait to see which demon would fall first.

Cassandra is aware, yet she wants to read more and more about these things. "Cassie? Ugh, girl! Lets go! You wanna walk yourself home or what?" Ravine pats Cassandra, making noise in the silence filled library. The librarian was way off to even give a damn about them. However, she wanted to leave too. If I wasn't for the curious Cassie. Shutting the fat book with a sound, she sighs while smiling. "Huh! Did you know that souls can reincarnate themselves?" Ravine jumps her eyebrow big and up. Of course a sane person wouldn't believe in rebirth or such nonsense.

She held a small device—a recorder—and her presence ignited the room with danger. “Oh, Lucas, Adrian… it’s such a tangled web,” Clara said, her voice silk over steel. “Everything hidden in the shadows… everything forbidden… is about to come to light.” Adrian’s eyes flared with unyielding intensity. His fingers crushed the device in one swift motion, sparks of power and rage coiling around him. “Do not dare threaten her,” he growled. “Do you understand? Emma is mine, and anyone who challenges that will regret it.”

I sighed, raised a brow, “And that is? Also, just tell me everything you want to at once, no need to break it down into small bits like this.” “There’s a way Cassandra has kept such a tight grip on the clan. It's an object. A book rather and she's protecting it.” My fingers tightened around my cup, “What does she have? Yasmin swallowed. “A ledger. A record of every deal, every betrayal, every secret the Capriennes have ever buried. It’s hidden somewhere only she knows. If we find it… we destroy her.” My lips parted in a slow grin, “Now that’s interesting.”

Her hands were hard. Clara pushed her away. “I can’t. Not like this.” She moved toward the door but the men blocked her. “You’ll have to drag me out,” she said. Cassandra watched Clara with hatred and something like fear. She knew the plan could break at any moment if one person changed. She also knew her own fire — she had lost too much and wanted to burn the world. “Keep her quiet,” Cassandra ordered the men. “And call headquarters. Tell them we got her.”

He crawled, his fingernails clawing at the smooth metal, his bandages soaking through with blue-tinted sweat. He reached a grate overlooking the Throne Room. Cassandra sat at the center. She wasn't a woman anymore. She was a goddess of wire and light, her spine fused into a massive Master Terminal. Dozens of glowing, multi-limbed fiber-optic cables extended from her back like a spider’s web. In her hand, she held the Dreadfang Scepter. Its ruby eye was a bleeding sun, stabilized by the Beast frequency. "You're late, brother," Cassandra’s voice didn't come from her mouth. It came from the walls.

I said. "Anyway, you are seriously a trouble attracting magnet, aren't you? You go clubbing one night and get attacked by a rogue demon who rarely appears and is harassed by a human guy," Cassandra said, and I would've chuckled at her words if my gaze hadn't met with Evander's angry one.

If Cassandra was on her side then she could personally hunt down the Chosen. Then something else revealed itself over time. Cassandra wasn't herself, and Demonya knew it was something serious. It wasn't that Cassandra wasn't loyal or efficient, it's the fact that Cassandra wasn't the woman she was during her time with the Chosen, before the Awakening. For many years Demonya attempted to retrace her steps and put pieces of the puzzle that was Cassandra Novgrave together and could only come to one ultimate conclusion. Something happened to her when they journeyed to the Forbidden Depths. Even though the depths were said to be a mysterious tainted place within the Third Realm, she had been able

"What kind of fragments?" "A wedding ring. A cold house. Vanessa's face." She looked at him, her honey-colored eyes full of confusion and fear. "She said some things. About your late wife. About how you treated her. And I felt like... like I already knew. Like I had heard those words before." Cassian's blood ran cold. "Clara—" "It doesn't make sense. I've never met Vanessa before. I've never been in your house before tonight. But I saw it, Cassian. I saw marble floors and a grand staircase and a bedroom that felt like a prison." Her voice cracked. "What's happening to me?"