Cassandra Clare Books Infernal Devices Novels & Stories

His expression guarded. “Sophie wants to know about the contents of the bag, Cassian.” Alaric said. I stood up. I grabbed Cassian’s arm. “The book, Cassian. The old journal with the leather cover. And the black rectangular device. Where are they?” Cassian looked uncomfortable. He shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I didn't see any book.” Cassian said. “The bag was open when I found it. But I saw the black mirror. I picked it up. It suddenly flickered to life. There was a figure inside it... a girl that looked exactly like you. But she wasn't moving. Her soul was trapped in it.”

Then she gave them her phone with the password and told them all the very secrets were in there and they should help her plead with Grace. “What? Is this real? What am I reading? Is this a dream? She was trying to destroy you?” Cassandra said, her voice laced with shock. “You are not done reading; just continue reading. Just read all that Jezebel, the daughter of the devil, did to make sure she killed me, but I am glad she did succeed.” Grave said, beckoning Cassandra to read more of the content. Cassandra decided to keep quiet and finish up before spilling all she had to say, then she continued reading.

A shadowy figure moved swiftly through a dimly lit corridor, her cloak billowing behind her as she glanced around cautiously. I smirked slightly, a surge of pride swelling in my chest. Selena had ensured that technology reached even the farthest regions of our world, seamlessly connecting the shifter and supernatural realms. Now, that innovation was playing a crucial role in our war. Jasper pointed at the screen. “She’s my royal witch, Cassandra. I’ve been suspicious of her for a few days. Now, I finally have proof that she’s been secretly helping someone. I planted a tracker in her staff, and I’m close to finding out exactly where she’s going.”

Alice collapsed to her knees, pointing with a trembling, bloodied hand. “She’s not human! She’ll burn us all!” Elara stood amid the broken greenhouse, fire still crackling along her skin, silver eyes glowing against the night. The academy began to believe it. —

Cassandra deliberately scratching herself, intentionally smashing the sacred chalice at the Luna Ceremony, swapping the Soulstone for a fake, bribing the healer to frame Estelle… All of it, and more, so much more viciousness and calculation than he had ever imagined.

"I allowed it—barely—but I sent four guards with him. Two nightborns, two wraith-bloods. All highly trained. All instructed to remain close and invisible." "And they followed protocol?" "Exactly to the letter," I replied. "Raymond entered the main archive section. He spoke with the librarian, a woman named Cassandra. She led him to the upper restricted wing—exactly where the older bloodline records and magical registries are kept." "So far, that doesn’t sound like a threat." "It wasn’t. Until he noticed a book. One that wasn’t even cataloged. He pulled it off the shelf—covered in dust, half the title eroded—but he saw the word 'Seraphin' in it."

Hopefully there wasn’t another door that led out of the room. I was already running towards Alma when the inner room’s door flung open. A blonde woman appeared before us, rage evident in her features. “Clara,” Alma gasped as she turned to look at her. “Die, bitch. Fuck you!” the girl screamed. Pure hatred burned through her eyes as she pulled the trigger. Fuck. With every strength within me, I leapt forward, blocking the bullet with my body.

Kael informed him solemnly that the fountain had been the aggressor, which Cassian chose to accept. By the time Adrian returned from his meetings, both children were in the library, clean and dry, Kael against Cassian's left side and Lyanna against his right, listening to Cassian read from a book about demon history that he had selected because it was the nearest book when Kael had requested a story and which was not, strictly speaking, age-appropriate, but which Kael was receiving with the uncritical enthusiasm of someone primarily interested in the rhythm of being read to rather than the content.

Sienna said. Cassandra’s smile faded—just a fraction. “Interesting.” They moved into the study. Cassandra dropped into a chair like she owned it. “Dante’s stirring,” she said. “My sources confirm movement. Not random. Not sloppy. He’s setting something up.” “What kind of something?” Damien asked. Cassandra’s eyes flicked to Sienna again. “The kind that ends with a choice.” Sienna stiffened. “A choice between what?” “Between who bleeds,” Cassandra said calmly. “And who breaks.”

"I didn't come here to give you the power you seek you fucking vampire, I brought you right into your grave yard." As she finished speaking, she thrust the Silvery key into a hidden lock on the pedestal right next to her. The key turned with a sharp, final click, and a section of the wall beside her slid open, revealing an elaborate rack filled with three silver-plated, oddly shaped devices. They looked like oversized, mechanical handcuffs, glowing with intense, contained light. "Cassie! you'll fucking regret this!"