Novel & Cerita Cassandra Clare Books Infernal Devices

"Who are you?" "I am the First." "The first what?" "The first Crimson Priestess." My knees nearly buckled. "You carry both bloodlines." "I don't understand." "You will." She lifted her hand. Behind her... The mountain split open. An enormous underground kingdom stretched farther than I could see. Thousands of wolves. Ancient temples. Crystal rivers. Libraries. Gardens growing beneath glowing stones. "This kingdom sleeps." "What kingdom?" "It waits for you." The woman touched my forehead. "When your mate remembers..."

I didn’t know which of them was my real fated mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Cassandra stood there with two of her wolves behind her. Her eyes were full of hate. “I knew you were hiding a secret,” she snarled, hissing repeatedly. “You and your evil secrets.” Scarlett stepped in front of me, frowning at Cassandra. “Leave my daughter alone, you devilish woman!” Cassandra laughed and flew fast toward my mom, her claws hitting straight on my mother’s arm. “I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!”

“I'm sorry I tried to save you without your permission, my Damsel.” Before I can respond, I feel his finger trail up my arm. It lingers, holding my pulse captive. Then it's gone, and he's back in his seat, leaving me silently aching. But I remember the object in my lap. The scandalous secrets it holds, and for a moment I wonder if…maybe…I am as bad as Jason said. I mean, how can I be turned on right now? “Your hand. You need a hospital.” Cassian pries my hands from the laptop.

"If you keep reading, you are committing to the Apocalypse. If you stop, you leave us in the dark forever." The baby in Clara’s arms let out a soft, knowing laugh. Her iridescent eyes flashed, and for a split second, Your own reflection appeared in her pupils—but in the reflection, you were wearing a Thorne-Vance Signet Ring. "Chapter 147 is already written in your pulse," Julian said, a shark’s grin returning to his face. "Are you ready to see what we’ve done to your Home?" The screen of the device in your hand begins to feel warm. The smell of lavender and expensive sandalwood fills the room where you are sitting.

Begging her underlings to save her. The other Elder’s were no use. Having gargled on formaldehyde they were flailing, cutting themselves on the sharp onyx fragments. We all watched her kick out in disgust at one bleeding Elder. “Get up! You’ll be fine! Get up now!” she hissed “Find Cassandra! Find her right now! GUARDS! Someone with a fucking brain!” Then, just as my amazing, flaming cannonball of chaos had described, in extreme detail on the floor of my underground cathedral, Cass appeared on the far, sea-facing side of the cliff top, alongside a deafening rumble and flash of lightning across the sky.

Chapter 14: Stacks and Sin Cassandra’s POV “Alexander, someone could walk down this aisle any second,” I whispered urgently, my back pressed against the tall library shelves in the dimly lit basement stacks. My short skirt was already bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He didn’t care. His tall, athletic body pinned me there, one strong hand covering my mouth while the other shoved three thick fingers deep into my soaked pussy. His hazel-green eyes burned into mine in the low light.

But Cassian’s world had narrowed until all he could see was her. Elara. He almost didn’t recognize the woman now poised beside the Blackwoods—so composed, so terrifyingly self-contained. As he watched her, a ragged, tattered, and wronged memory of her flashed in his mind, but he shook it off. It was a ghost of a lifetime only he was plagued to remember and hate himself for not doing anything before it was too late.

It was a dangerous game, and I knew that the stakes were higher than ever. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast long shadows across our secluded estate, I received an anonymous package. Inside was a small notebook, weathered and worn, with a note that read, "The truth lies within." Curiosity mingled with trepidation as I opened the notebook. The pages were filled with Cassandra's handwriting—ramblings, fragments of memories, and cryptic clues. It was her diary, a window into her tormented soul. As I delved deeper into the pages, the puzzle began to unravel. The truth of our shared past emerged, piece by piece, revealing a shocking revelation that threatened to shatter ev

"Cassandra is the name of my mama," Alexandra spoke stunned."Oh, poor fellow," Althea clicked her tongue in pity.She, of course, was a clever one. She knew meeting Azazel alone would be dangerous for her.And now if this human girl can do something to finish off the devil...why not play from behind?Thinking of this, she couldn't help but grow a smirk on her evil face."What do you say?" asked Alexandra shaking the bad witch lightly."Uh-huh. What? Can't a person daydream in peace?" Althea asked annoyed."This not the right place to daydream, I guess," Alexandra twitched her lips unaware."Okay. What?" asked Althea and she answered, "All I am saying is to take this book with us.""I don't think so,

Cassandra was ready to do the finishing touch. She was going to kill April for good. She moved away from the bleeding lady and closed her eyes. April already knew what was coming for her. She knew it was over and there was no way of escape for her anymore. All she could do now was accept the fate that was about to befall her. "Any last prayers, darling?" Cassandra asked with her eyes still closed. "May your evil deeds find a way of coming back to you. You will die a more painful death and your body won't be found!" April snapped.