Cassandra Clare Reading Order Novels & Stories

CASSANDRA The whisper swells, each day a little more, like a dark tide rising in the heart of the damp walls that never recedes, crawling through the narrow corridors, hissing between the twisted bars, slipping into the breathless whispers of the cafeteria, until it saturates the very air, so that we no longer speak only of the princess who has fallen from her pedestal, but of me, Cassandra, the one who does not bend, the one already called the bite, the one who laughs when the blood spurts and pain becomes spectacle.

32, and corked it. Cassandra ran until she finally found a staircase. She didn't know where it would lead but she started going down the stairs as quickly as possible. It was almost dawn and she didn't see anyone around. If only she could make it to that gate and be gone forever. She finally came down to an exquisite living room, but she didn't stop to admire it, she had a more important purpose for being there. Dashing to a glass door and finding it still open, she ran out and found herself in the compound and almost collapsed with relief, when she found no one around, everywhere was quiet, with no guards around.

Aling Fe quickly handed her a handkerchief and some water. “Sit down first, Aling Linda. You might get dizzy and faint again,” I told her, and she immediately obeyed. Once I made sure she was seated on a chair, and as Aling Fe stepped outside the room, I went over to Cassandra, who was now fully awake on the bed, lying beside her four babies. Four?!

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

Her beauty was like a container housing the vicious viper within. “A reading from the scripture…” I zoned out watching her face while the priest continued talking about a bunch of things I Could care less about. He even went on to educate us about the word marriage. Cassandra had her gaze on the floor the entire time. “Mr. Blackwood, please repeat after me.”

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….

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Gad. Claus's footsteps halted outside her door, and Cassandra held her breath. A small envelope slipped under the door, followed by the sound of receding footsteps. The silence that ensued was oppressive, heavy with unspoken words. Cassandra's curiosity got the better of her. She pushed herself up from the floor, her body aching from the previous night's ordeal. With trembling hands, she picked up the envelope and examined it. Her name was scribbled on the front in bold, masculine letters.

For the first time, I didn’t follow her. Didn’t chase. Didn’t apologize. But I didn’t forget, either. And some part of me always carried that moment—like a shard of glass pressed into the soft part of my palm. *** I found Cassandra in the solarium, stretched out on the chaise in a pale silk robe that shimmered like armor. Her legs were crossed neatly, a magazine open in her lap, a tall glass of cucumber water sweating beside her. It could’ve been a spa commercial—if not for the sharp flick of her gaze when she saw me walk in.

Saint Clare Academy stood tall and grand famous as the finest school in the whole country. Only children of the richest families came here: heirs, heiresses, and those born to lead great empires. To everyone outside, it looked like paradise. But to me, Cassandra Hale, it slowly became the loneliest and most painful place on earth. Because here, everyone knew exactly who I was…and exactly where I stood compared to Alexus Voss. Just saying his name felt heavy inside my chest like holding something beautiful but sharp, something I had guarded secretly since I was twelve. Now I was eighteen… and nothing had changed.