Clary From City Of Bones Novels & Stories

My fury climbing ever higher at the venomous joy in his eyes. “You’re feeling a slight pinching in your chest right now, aren’t you?” My eyes fluttered for a moment at his words, my mind taking note of the growing sting I was feeling. “And your stomach, it feels a bit tight, yes, kind of like a sting or an itch?” I continued to stare at him silently, waiting for him to get to the point. “You’ll need to extinguish those flames if you want it to live.” He raised the hand that held the vial of blood and smiled wider, staring at the strange pale white swirls that looked to be mixed in with my blood. “Non-Shifters are a lot more delicate at times like this.”

Cia follows me, standing next to my throne. She doesn't scream. She isn't resistant. She just goes along with it. Being able to manipulate humans it's so much more fun than trying it on a wolf. A human can be so gullible. Cia pours me a new glass of whiskey. Placing it on the table next to my seat. Grabbing my glass then taking a sip. Spinning the whiskey inside the glass staring at Crissy and Kia being dragged away. “There is nothing special about this girl. She is full of doubt and insecurities. Making her dislikable.” I lean back into my chair. Watching as the clouds roll in.

I hold my phone closer to my chest as I walk further into the house and into the kitchen, letting out a scream when I see the gruesome sight in front of me. There on the kitchen counter is a dead and bloody cat with it’s insides spread out across the countertop “Poor Kitty” I freeze hearing his voice behind me. “Tisk tisk tisk” he runs his flinger tips along my arm causing goosebumps to form all over. “Here I thought you were going to be different” his hot minty breath fans the side of my face as his lips brush my ear “You turned out to be just like that cunt Raquel” at the mention of the girl I've seen on the news my blood runs cold in understanding.

“Please forgive me.” Her eyelids grew heavy. “Fucking... coward,” she slurred. “What did you give her?” Darian asked warily. “Sedative laced with concentrated wolfsbane, rose extract, garlic and holy water, for good measure,” Clara said. “Holy water? I thought you were a Buddhist.” She rolled her eyes. “You can be holy in more than one religion.” “More to the point, won't all that stuff hurt him?” Darian asked. “Vampires and garlic don't mix.”

CLARA "Roberto? It's me, Clara!" "Who's Clara?!" He yelled, I tried to reach out to him but he slapped my hands away. "Get away." "I-" I stammered as I looked over at Storm and Landon. "What's happening?" "I'm not sure but-" "I know," Storm cuts in. "He has been tortured and injected with serums, It's something I also do to traitors back at my palace." "So?"

“The people want you to burn Lyra. They believe she is cursed. She is a creature that no one has ever seen. She's a demon, a witch. She should be burnt along with Caelan. Maybe her curse was what killed him and caused the war.” I didn't respond. Sean bowed and backed away. When he left the room, I became more aware of my environment and suddenly, I felt the atmosphere shift. I raised my nose into the air and sniffed. A wolf. My claws extended and I began to slowly show my wolf before I growled into the empty space. “Come out now!” I barked out. It took a few moments before the curtains covering my window shifted and a young wolf stepped out. I recognized him instantly.

Samantha “I wonder what you must think of Silverclaw, 12 of you were unable to convince me of your loyalty to my family, to Newblood.” My sharp gaze flickered over them all and I could feel the silver in my eyes flashing. Another thing that every Silverclaw member inherited with my blood alteration. The silver in our eyes makes its presence known to us, as well as everyone witnessing it. I could smell the terror on all of them, it practically engulfed the entire cabin.

With the rebellion quelled, the square lay in ruins, blood and scattered weapons strewn everywhere. The pack members swarmed around me, chanting, "All hail Chloe!" Their voices thundered across the square. Cyrus, on the other hand, slowly rose to his feet. His gaze was heavy with loneliness and regret as he watched the pack surround me, as if I were their true leader. At last, he seemed to realize just how precious what he had lost truly was.

I found the wall with my shoulder, my cheek, the back of my skull in rapid sequence, then sat at its base while the room rearranged itself into the right order. From somewhere on the floor, Clara laughed. A wet sound, barely functional, but present. "Lily," she said, each syllable soaked in something vicious. "Right. Of course. Lily who walks through marble. Lily whose voice breaks glass." She coughed blood onto the floor beside her hand, looked at me with eyes that were still sharp despite everything. "Get up, Lily. I want to see you get up." Morrigan looked at Solo. "She is Sienna. She is carrying what you have been looking for."

I had to use both hands to pry his fingers loose, one by one, surprised by the thickness of his wrists for a child his age. He turned onto his back, his eyes fluttering open for a brief second. In the weak light from the tallow candle, his left iris was a deep violet, exactly like the reflection I saw in my washbasin every morning. His right iris was a pale, stormy grey. "Mama?" he mumbled. "Go back to sleep, Toby," I said, rubbing his forehead until his breathing slowed down. Clara came into the market square on a Tuesday, her hair hidden beneath a heavy wool shawl that smelled of cloves and woodsmoke. She found me near the well, where I was lifting a wooden bucket with both hands.