Cassandra Clare Infernal Devices Series Novels & Stories

He implored, crossing his arms over his chest. Clara marched to Kassie now, and pushed the device into her hand. Kassie shot her a death glare, snatching the device from her simultaneously. She held Clara's gaze as she pressed her thumb onto the device as well, and right away, the device declined. I sat up straight, my heart almost flying out of my chest now. Clara had a big grin on her face, Mr Bates looked alert and murderous, Aiden… Aiden was as calm as ever, just watching the scenario like nothing out of place had occurred.

He crawled, his fingernails clawing at the smooth metal, his bandages soaking through with blue-tinted sweat. He reached a grate overlooking the Throne Room. Cassandra sat at the center. She wasn't a woman anymore. She was a goddess of wire and light, her spine fused into a massive Master Terminal. Dozens of glowing, multi-limbed fiber-optic cables extended from her back like a spider’s web. In her hand, she held the Dreadfang Scepter. Its ruby eye was a bleeding sun, stabilized by the Beast frequency. "You're late, brother," Cassandra’s voice didn't come from her mouth. It came from the walls.

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.

A low heat rose in my belly. His fingers lingered across my neckline. It made the room slightly warmer than the season warranted. And despite the chill of the day, I still felt the heat beaded up around my forehead. He leaned backward, breaking our heaven moment. His eyes held something I couldn't fathom. I watched as his claws and fangs protruded right in front of me. And slowly, he sank them into the woven fabric. Instantly, I was stark naked. The chill embraced me quickly. His fingers trailed across my beautiful jawline, his body heat made me arouse in some way I couldn't quite decipher. He tore his fabric apart, and he was standing naked in front of me.

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.

A shadowy figure moved swiftly through a dimly lit corridor, her cloak billowing behind her as she glanced around cautiously. I smirked slightly, a surge of pride swelling in my chest. Selena had ensured that technology reached even the farthest regions of our world, seamlessly connecting the shifter and supernatural realms. Now, that innovation was playing a crucial role in our war. Jasper pointed at the screen. “She’s my royal witch, Cassandra. I’ve been suspicious of her for a few days. Now, I finally have proof that she’s been secretly helping someone. I planted a tracker in her staff, and I’m close to finding out exactly where she’s going.”

"What have you done with her? You monsters!" "Baby steps. And you, Clara, you are but a mere pawn in our game." Clara attempted Zara, who blocked her way. "No, going nowhere. You're going to do just that and watch." Still in shock, Clara watched as Hailey reached into her pocket and pulled out some sort of device. With the click of a button later, groggily the doors opened onto the dark eerie interior of the warehouse. "Welcome to our little party," Hailey said, her voice dripping with malice. "You're just in time to join the fun."

Alice collapsed to her knees, pointing with a trembling, bloodied hand. “She’s not human! She’ll burn us all!” Elara stood amid the broken greenhouse, fire still crackling along her skin, silver eyes glowing against the night. The academy began to believe it. —

"Elana." Her breathing became uneven as she whispered my name when her car stopped. "Arden..." "What happened?" I was already moving out of my office, but she didn't respond still. Then her voice came small and terrified. "It's him." My grip tightened around the edges of my phone. "Who?" "Cassian." The name alone was enough. Cassian Thorne. The Lord of the Rogues. The creature whose name made entire packs lock their doors before sunset. "Where are you?"

Then. He paused for a moment, then continued, "The first chalice is probably still in their hands. Do you know what the consequences will be?" Chaz came closer to me. "The witches will can't be burned by fire! The first chalice is a fire-proof chalice. If that happens, we won't be able to kill them by burning them." Chaz looked away and turned around. I could see that he was worried. Of course, all the Hunters would panic hearing it.