Infernal Devices Cassandra Clare Novels & Stories

Alive. Beside her stood a younger Ethan Blackwood. Aria’s hand trembled as she touched the frame. “Why?” she whispered. “Why did you drag me into this?” A noise echoed from deeper inside—a metallic clang, faint but sharp. She turned. “Hello?” Silence. Then a voice. “You shouldn’t be here.” The Revelation Clara stepped out of the shadows. But she wasn’t wearing her jacket anymore. She was wearing a lab coat. And on her chest was a faded ID tag: Dr. Clara Voss – Silas Institute.

Hopefully there wasn’t another door that led out of the room. I was already running towards Alma when the inner room’s door flung open. A blonde woman appeared before us, rage evident in her features. “Clara,” Alma gasped as she turned to look at her. “Die, bitch. Fuck you!” the girl screamed. Pure hatred burned through her eyes as she pulled the trigger. Fuck. With every strength within me, I leapt forward, blocking the bullet with my body.

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.”

"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?"

The three of them stiffened, shock flashing through their eyes. After a moment, Zephyr reached out, gesturing toward the other two. "I am Zephyr… and they are Cael Ardent and Lorian Crest. We all suffered fatal injuries in the past, so each of us carries… certain defects. If you have any orders, Alpha Seraphina, you may give them directly." I nodded, not asking further. Perhaps this body was simply too heavy. After eating my fill, sleepiness crashed over me, impossible to resist.

Adrian answers softly, “Then we’ll become impossible to defeat.” ⸻ Elsewhere… Elias meets another member of the Architects. The newcomer asks, “Should we retrieve Subject C now?” Elias calmly replies, “No.” “Children should never be hunted.” The newcomer disagrees. “Then she’ll become dangerous.” Elias answers, “She’s already dangerous.” This scene reveals Elias isn’t completely heartless. ⸻ Around midnight… A thunderstorm begins. Clara wakes after hearing whispers. She follows the sound downstairs. The brass key from Chapter 34 lies on the coffee table.

"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."

CASSANDRA EMERISTUS The terrifying sound of Claudia’s ultimatum—one week, or my ruin—still echoing in my ears. I needed to start formulating a quick plan, but my mind was spinning, choked by the chilling revelation of Claudia’s true ruthlessness. Who would thought she truly got rid of Cassian’s mother and his son? And his believe wife? Lady Claudia is the true devil behind Cassian’s ruthlessness. She stole everything from him and still lives Scott free, it is indeed chilling. I knew Claudia wasn’t slight, I was playing a game with people who dealt with fatal "accidents."

My fingers tightened unconsciously around Evelara’s hand. “She arrived then,” Cassian said, his voice lowering, “and she identified it.” My gaze snapped to him. “Identified it as what?” “Dead Viles…” The name echoed unpleasantly in my mind, stirring something old and forbidden. “And then?” I demanded. Cassian swallowed. “She didn’t neutralize it.” My jaw tightened. “Then what did she do?” He met my eyes, and for the first time, I saw something like awe flicker there.

Cassandra circled the cage, her steps deliberate and calculated. "Your angelic powers are potent, Claire. With them, we can reshape the world, and bend it to our will. We seek to harness the very essence of divinity and wield it as a weapon." A surge of anger fueled Claire's resolve. "You're deluded if you think I'll ever help you," she declared, her voice defiant. Cassandra chuckled, her laughter echoing through the chamber. "Oh, my dear, you have no choice in the matter. We will break you, mould you to our desires. Resistance is futile."