Cassandra Clare City Of Bones Series Novels & Stories

Seraphina & Declan ✦ 18+ — explicit language, graphic violence, torture ✦ The basement smells like concrete and old water and the particular kind of fear that has been marinating for several hours. I know that smell. I've been in rooms like this before — not many, and not as the one asking questions, but enough to understand the architecture of them. The single hanging bulb. The drain in the floor that doesn't try to hide what it's for. The chair bolted to the concrete, which is a practical detail that tells you something about whoever built this room and how seriously they took their work. Declan built this room. Of course he did. The man in the chair is named Caruso. Nico Caruso, forty-thr

Those obsessions that had gnawed at my bones slowly sank beneath the soil. Before my spirit dissipated completely, I saw a tender shoot sprout by my gravestone. When sunlight pierced the clouds and poured warmly across the cemetery, I finally felt reborn. The End.

If it came down to choosing between saving Elena… or destroying the bond to starve the curse— Would I do it? Would I survive it? A twig snapped behind me. I spun, claws half-formed, but the figure who emerged from the mist wasn’t an enemy. It was Cassian. One of the last Blackmoors. My cousin. I hadn’t seen him since the night everything burned. “You really bonded with her,” he said, stepping into the pale moonlight. His eyes glinted like wet stone—flat and unreadable. I didn’t lower my guard. “How did you get past the wards?”

Meteors struck the earth almost every hour, bringing immediate destruction in their wake. Fortunately, humans have developed force fields to deflect the meteors. But these didn't always work, especially on the outskirts of the city. Rose Cristian should've remembered that fact on her way to Zone 206, but she was too busy reining in her anger. Stomping on her rain-soaked boots, Rose could just see her destination in the dark of the night, her supernatural vision never failing her. The streets haven’t changed much either. Once she arrived, she punched her way into the pub, rattling the whole establishment with sheer force. She heard cursing as she stepped inside.

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

Then, Verus' eyes narrowed as he amended, "But not before we kill Titus." "Agreed," I replied, nodding. I knew if we didn't, he'd try creating shape shifting vamps again. "Let's go." Staying in the shadows, we ran down the alley to the end, where we could see the metal citadel gleaming in the moonlight, knowing it would be blinding to passersby in the daylight. At the end of the alley, we slid against the wall, melding into the shadows. Verus eyed me, wondering what I was up to.

one said as the gush of blood splattered out as the bhampir bitten the neck until he was drained to the bone and he can no longer be of color and dropped dead as they all ran 78it was none other than cassandra (about her)

he barked, turning his glare on Sela. Sela didn’t flinch. “I didn’t do anything. I merely confirmed what was already in her. You should be thanking me.” Rowan stepped forward cautiously. “I warned you about her. There was always something… off.” “I’m—” Cassandra gasped, clutching her abdomen. “What’s happening to me?!” Her bones cracked with a sickening sound. She screamed. Not from confusion, this time, from pain. “Darius!” she cried, her voice laced with terror as she fell to her knees. Her hands slammed against the wooden floor. Her skin was shifting, stretching, crawling, contorting beneath itself. Her breath came in rapid bursts as a strange, foreign voice echoed in her mind.

Ever since I was young, I knew that my parents' work was unique. My father was a detective who had solved many major cases, while my mother was a forensic artist who was capable of finding clues from the victim's bones. Together, they solved numerous cases. Their most famous one was the White Bone Case five years ago. It was a case about a criminal gang who abducted and killed homeless people before using their bones to smuggle drugs. Since these were real human bones, they could easily avoid being caught by claiming these bones as medical materials.

"And then... that child offered my daughter a cookie." Nyx covered her face. "Please stop mentioning the cookie." "It was touching." "It was embarrassing." "It was both," Kael agreed. The Shadow Wolf sighed. "Perhaps... there is still something worth saving." Hope flickered, small, fragile, and dangerous. Then, a sharp scream echoed through the Hollow Realm. Everyone turned as Cassius appeared through a portal, covered in blood, breathing heavily, and utterly terrified. Killian rushed forward. "Cassius!" The old man collapsed. "The city..." His voice trembled. "Blackthorn City is under attack."