Cassandra Clare Infernal Devices Books Novels & Stories

I said. "Anyway, you are seriously a trouble attracting magnet, aren't you? You go clubbing one night and get attacked by a rogue demon who rarely appears and is harassed by a human guy," Cassandra said, and I would've chuckled at her words if my gaze hadn't met with Evander's angry one.

I want them back. I can hear the drumming on the bedroom door, like the beating of what is left of my heart. Give them back to me. I know they are never coming back. I start screaming and smash all the vases in the room against the walls. I must destroy everything. I have to put an end to the illusion Elio lives in and wants me to live in. I grab my books, slippers, clothes, and makeup and throw them into the big bathtub in our bathroom. I hold a bottle of rubbing alcohol and pour it over the pile of my old life.

She replied. Cassandra sashayed into the study as the maid led the way, her eyes roaming the entire room. There were large collections of books inside arranged neatly on a shelf. The shelves ran across the entire room. She checked the book titles and noticed that they had a lot of materials on witches and magic. She chuckled and shook her head. "What's so funny?" Evelyn asked, entering. Cassandra turned around, the smile not leaving her face. "I'm just wondering how you invested so much in trying to find something that was right under your noses all along. It's pretty funny, don't you agree?" She replied

And a vow I’d never made—but would damn well finish. Cassian’s POV The instant Althea whispered the words break the blood, a chill ran down my spine. I hadn’t felt fear in centuries. I had ruled the underworld, devoured souls, built empires from ash. But something about her voice—low, hoarse, trembling with power—felt like prophecy given form. We moved fast. The portal snapped open in the basement vault of my estate, lined in volcanic obsidian and veined with glowing red sigils. The Infernal Archives hadn’t been touched in nearly a century. Most who entered left either mad or cursed.

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.

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.

Lancelot cut her off before he leaped to face the monsters head on. I didn't waste any time and pulled Lucia towards the entrance of Nerissa's den. As expected, it was the part of the River of Flames with the most fire. A norma person would surely not take it. But because I can manipulate fire and I'm protecting Lucia, we are able to successfully infiltrate it. "Do you feel hot or burning?" I asked Lucia to make sure. "No. I feel warmth, but not to the point that I feel burning so you have nothing to worry about."

how innocent he was. He was just a baby and yet, she came to get him and he was slaughtered in his crib. Right there in his crib. Tears spilled from her eyes as she didn't wait for them to scream before she dug her hand into them. Clara swung the poker in wide arcs, carving wounds deep into the creatures. Driving the weapon deep into their hearts before letting go. Letting black thick liquid splatter everywhere as they fell to the ground. Ivy thrusted her plans forward and roared an ancient word. Flame erupted and it raced across the floor like liquid sunlight, swallowing the undead in pillars of fire.

Instantly, the steel wire disintegrated into several black needles. She counted the needles, and there were precisely eighty-one of them. “Huff!” Thea took a deep breath. “Is this a coincidence or fate?” She was slightly perplexed. James obtained Crucifier, which could save lives, but she acquired Exalter, which was for taking lives. Moreover, she also found the Book of Malice. Although she had not opened the box, Thea knew the Book of Malice was within the box and would also have records of Demonic Breath and Murderous Energy.

“I’m with security,” he added, as if that explained everything. “And if you want to save lives, you’ll listen.” I wanted to argue, but a part of me knew he was probably right. Secondary devices were a common tactic. I hesitated, glancing back at the building. My gut twisted, torn between the need to act fast and the fear of making a mistake. 2 KAREEM She was stubborn, I could see that right away. The way her jaw clenched, the fire in her eyes—it was clear she wasn’t going to back down easily.