Cassandra Clare City Of Bones Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Looking down, Cassandra screamed, “No! She cannot! I will not allow it! Ti Malice! Hear me!” “Ti Malice speaks to me, now, Mama,” answered Jeannine in a singsong voice. Cassandra screamed again. Skeletons covered in muck and worse crawled all over Jeannine’s mother. Cassandra hacked at them with the machete she’d used on the door. She called Ti Malice’s name over and over as she sliced at bones and rotting flesh. Other dead things formed a wall of skeletons between Cassandra and Jeannine. Protecting Jeannine from her mother’s onslaught.

The candles flickered, casting shadows that reached like arms. Outside, the fog had returned. It crept under the cracks in the Bone House walls, quiet and slow. Underneath their boots, the floorboards trembled. Just once. A heartbeat in the bones. And they all knew: the dreams were only the beginning. Something old had noticed them. And it had started to listen.

"One path is to become the Alpha Female, the strongest force of destruction. The other is to become a Moon Blessed, the one who carries on the bloodline. Between you sisters, who will rule through slaughter, and who will rule through reproduction?" Beneath the Moonfall Sanctum lay a desolate continent, ravaged by curses. The land was gray and barren, not a single blade of grass in sight. In the distance, shattered packs barely clung to existence. The werewolves were gaunt, skeletal. This was the world we were about to descend into. Memories from my past life surged forward like a tidal wave. Camilla hadn’t hesitated for even a second. She chose Alpha Female. Back then, she glanced sideways a

Cassandra hissed and slaps her skin where the mosquitoes landed and sip her blood. I rolled my eyes, controlling my mouth not to cause trouble. I look at Zeke who was looking at me as well but he then look away. We are now forming a circle with a paper containing numbers and letters with an empty glass. "So you believe in ghost?! I believe more in mosquitoes. Aww!" Swear, if she'll gonna talk again, I let the ghost take her. "Shut up, Cassandra," Zeke uttered. "The ghost might get you, awooo!" Zack teased, stretching her arms forward.

In the Blood moon pack, Lionel is tied to a chair in his room in the packhouse. Cassandra is hovering over him with a smirk. Lionel's wife is lying on the floor lifelessly, her vacant eyes staring into space. Blood is flowing from the different cuts in her body. A Lycan is holding Claire tightly. She is struggling to free herself from his hold, but his hold is unyielding. "Please, don't hurt him" Claire is begging Cassandra. But Cassandra smirked evilly and twisted the dagger that she pierced into Lionel's shoulder earlier. Lionel screamed with pain. Claire doubled her efforts to free herself and save her father.

I wish the gods or ancestors or whoever was in charge of this distribution will look down on me and grant me the gift of gab so I can convince the rigid elders of my kingdom to grant me permission to leave. I wish I could just send out the royal servants to find but it'd be a waste of manpower. Even with their keen senses the task seems almost impossible. Sarah's is in an entirely different world. I'm not sure how I'm going to find her but I know there'll be something to guide me through this mess when I open the history books in the palace. There has to be a reference, Sarah can't be the only irresponsible vampire in history. SARAH'S POV. The room looked very basic and I liked it. I guess t

Lanterns burned red through the darkness while crowds moved silently through narrow streets far below. Vampires. Hundreds of them. Every head turned toward me. The whispers spread instantly. “Hunter.” “Turned.” “Wrong.” Cassian took my hand and led me gently down the old stone stairs, into the peaceful sanctuary below. No one attacked. That almost felt worse. Then another pulse rolled beneath the earth. The street beneath my feet glowed black. the old stones began to glow, strangeAs were carved into them started symbols that to light up, one after another, spreading outward across the city in a mysterious sequence.

CASSANDRA'S POV~ My bones ached. It wasn’t the kind of ache that begged for a massage or a warm bath. No—this was deeper. Like they’d turned to stone inside me. My fingers trembled slightly as they clicked away at the keyboard. I hadn’t even realized the sun had dipped until I stared out the glass panel to the side and saw nothing but the slow bleeding of dusk swallowing the city. Somewhere down the corridor, machines were powering down with final hums. Footsteps had grown faint. A few colleagues had peeked into the lab to grab their bags or folders, giving me pitiful smiles and lazy goodbyes before disappearing.

Meanwhile at the center of Bone lake city.... Dallion Cross strode through the bustling streets of Bone lake, a place known for its shady deals and underworld connections. It was a maze of alleys and crooked streets, a place where everything was obtained through blood or money. As his White leather shoes clicked on the cobblestones, men and women quickly moved out of his way, lowering their gazes in a mixture of fear and respect. Mr Cross was no ordinary man. In fact, in the dark underbelly of the city, he was considered more of a myth than flesh and blood. The Cross wasn’t just a nickname; it was a title he'd earned through merciless violence, executions, and a reputation that left most eit

But the Kingslayer's light was brighter now, pushing back the shadows, and the bond hummed with a warmth that the cold could not touch. Cassian walked beside me, his hand in mine. His grip was steady, his shoulders straight. The cracks were still there—they would always be there—but they were not weaknesses. They were places where the light could get in. We reached the chamber. The bones still lay on the obsidian platform, the first Lycan king and his mate, their hands still touching after centuries of death. The Luna was waiting. She rose from the bones like smoke, dark and shapeless, taking form as we watched. Her hollow eyes fixed on Cassian, and her lips curved into a smile that held no