روايات وقصص ضمن Clary From City Of Bones

AVA I stood beside Derek and our team, my heart pounding in my chest as we crept through the shadows of the Golden Claw Palace. The night air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of our mission bearing down on us. We had stolen codes and inside information that would help us slip through the back gate undetected, but I knew that didn't guarantee our safety. As we moved closer to the palace, I felt a strange sensation building inside me. It was as if my bond with Cane was growing stronger, like an invisible thread connecting us across the distance.

“The wolves. The pack. Him.” I swallowed hard. “Someone has to.” Her eyes softened, almost mournful. “That’s why you’ll drown for them.” The water reached my knees, warm and bright. My mark began to burn, the silver flaring through my skin like molten light. “I’m not drowning,” I said. Clara smiled again. “You always say that before you do.” The light around her shifted, turning crimson. The water surged between us. I staggered back as her reflection stretched, twisting into shapes too large, too ancient wings, claws, teeth, a goddess made of tide and fury.

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

Nobody was judging him for being cold and lacking human emotions. For the first time since arriving at the mansion, the knot tightening his chest finally loosened. Unfortunately for him, the darkness hid neither the faint redness creeping toward his ears nor the warmth spreading across his face. And unfortunately for him... Clara noticed immediately. Because Clara noticed everything after rebirth. She just paid more attention now. Her eyes narrowed and a wicked grin slowly appeared. A grin that never led to anything good. Jade instantly looked away. He recognized that expression. And he wanted absolutely no involvement in whatever disaster she was planning.

“Please, tell me the truth. Everything, i need to know about me.” Her hands pause for a second before resuming. She swallows, then meets my eyes in the mirror, hesitation flickering across her face. After a long breath, she speaks. “Well, you are Clary Huston,” she says quietly. “Daughter of one of the most respected werewolf families in Athens. Your parents hold influence, power. They protect humans without anyone ever realizing it, without knowing who or what keeps the balance.” The information feels new to me. “Then why did I poison myself?” I ask, my chest tightening.

Elara lifted her head slowly, tears shining in her eyes. “For nineteen years,” she said softly, “we believed Lunara had lost its light forever.” Her voice trembled with emotion. “When the Shadow Demon King destroyed the palace… when the royal family vanished… the crystals began to fade.” She gestured toward the glowing formations around the camp. “But now look at them.” I turned. The crystals were shining brighter than I had ever seen. Their light pulsed steadily. Alive. Elara’s voice softened. “The crystals only answer to one bloodline.”

“Harlan’s parents are out of town so the whole varsity team is going to be there.” “Duh. The bonfire at his mansion is literally the biggest event of the semester.” A bonfire? I rolled my eyes, turning on my heel to finally leave this miserable building. I didn't need a party full of arrogant jocks anyway. But as I rounded the corner toward the exit, I froze. There, near the glass doors of the lobby, was Yasmine and standing way too close to her was Harlan.

"How stupid can you be? Do you think I'd ever trust you? Go ahead and open the case. There's a surprise inside." With trembling hands, Clara opened the case she had guarded so desperately. Inside it was a chunk of rotting meat that was soaked through with an extract that would lure zombies. Smiling softly, I said, "That's why you ran into zombies on the safest route." Clara began to tremble violently. Her mouth moved as she tried to say something. But in the next second, the zombies lunged at her again. They had their fill, so they took their time to savor her bit by bit.