Novel & Cerita Cassandra Clare Books Infernal Devices

The Series is -Tessa Ignites -Tessa's Wolves -Cursed -Hexom -The Ranger -The Darke King -The Darke Princess -The Immortal's Mate

She couldn’t have moved even if she wanted to. Clara and Henry. Their names echoed inside Rose's brain over and over again. Who the hell are these people and why did seeing them felt like a gun to the heart? "You..." Jericho whispered as their lips parted, eyes unfocused as he looked at her. Rose could tell that he didn't expect the kiss, and was probably wondering why he allowed it. But she didn't have time to analyze his reaction because the world had restarted again. The New Catholics had let out another loud cheer, and Rose had to give them a smile. Like an idiot. But it was all an act, a means to an end.

Never mourn. And he turned and ran again, with the clack of his boots echoing in the barren halls of the fortress as he went. By this time, he knew that the Inquisitor would be on the observation deck assisting Zahaynei, Almauni, and Iphor in directing the battle. It was their hope that a well coordinated attack between the magicians, the army, and the Intelligence Corps would be enough to break the rebel lines and overwhelm their forces, but Kelvin knew, also, that Lord Kallida had something special in mind for the treasonous Lord Blackridge. ***

UNHOLY ALIANCE. Cassandra stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, barely recognizing the woman who stared back at her. Her eyes were haunted, her skin pale and drawn. She looked like a ghost, a shell of her former self. But beneath that fragile exterior, a storm of emotions raged within her. Guilt for what she had done to Chad. Fury at Karen for manipulating her. Fear of Marcus and the twisted games he played. And yet... there was a part of her that craved it. That thrilled at the danger, the depravity. She had crossed a line, and there was no going back.

Clara drew her blade—not the ceremonial one, but the curved bone dagger recovered from WildWood’s old heart. Emily raised her fingers to the charm around her neck. It pulsed faintly. Elias unwrapped the binding cloth around his right arm. The ink beneath was alive—runes shifting like water on his skin. “We move now,” Clara said. “Before the cult regroups. Before the Seed finishes blooming.” They descended into the dark. And the mountain held its breath.

His confession is a storm, Elara’s death vivid—her blood, his blade, Voren’s greed. Veyra’s wraiths surge, the fortress’s runes cracking, and I scoop Cassia, her weight a vow, and sprint to the core, Taryn’s fragment guiding, Renn’s relics shielding, Maddox’s shadows guarding. Voren’s aura pursues, a cosmic hunter, his voice a whisper: Your heart, Convergence, or hers. The core is a cathedral of shadow, the relic a pulsing black star, its runes carved with Elara’s light, my blood, and Taryn’s betrayal.

They were noting down something and then they moved backwards into the decontamination zone. I walked down the stairs slowly with my mentor and I held in a breath as through the glass and staff taking off their hazmat suits, I could see the contamination zone. I could see that there was row after row of cages of roaring alphas chained. I flinched with the betas with the sound increasing while Dr. Dawson stood his ground and smirked. "Those are people in cages?" I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

I found the Jade dagger Deimos used to kill Lynette among his things and locked it away in my safe, just in case someone got any ideas. “Kill her,” Knox whispers in my head. “She hurt Kaiya.” “Shh,” I quiet my wolf and keep staring at Clara. “Why does she want to kill a nymph?” Clara shrugs. “To work a spell, I guess.” I snort loudly and fall against the wall, leaning against it with one shoulder. “It’s not gonna happen.” “But I need it!” Clara is on the verge of losing complete control of herself. “What do you get in return?”

CASSANDRA'S POV Awoke from my slumber, my head pounding so hard I groaned loudly. I struggled to get out of my bed and stumbled backwards still i was sitting on my bed again. I clenched my jaw and looked at the necklace that clung to my chest like a second skin. I rose from the bed and gently walked towards the door... because I could barely see where I was going. My senses heightened, and I just knew there was something wrong. Heading towards Alder's room, I barged in without thinking to see if he was in, but he wasn't. My eyes were on the curtains, and they all of a sudden looked different. Wait a moment, I'd lived here and stayed in this room for a good number of years, why the fuck was e

“Well, look at how the little whore has blossomed so quickly…you’ve gotten bolder.” “Answer her,” Noah snarled, his voice reverberating in the air. Cassandra glanced between them, calculating. Then she shrugged, all false nonchalance. “Fine. Have it your way. The Black Claw. A contact named Rio. He owed me a favor.” “Why?” Lucy asked. “Why what?” Cassandra snapped, her irritation starting to bleed through. “Why would you do this? After everything? I just want to understand.” “Yeah, and record her psychotic reasoning so it can be used as a warning to the next idiot that thinks this is a viable option for success,” Maia commented dryly.