Novel & Cerita Infernal Devices Cassandra Clare

"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.

"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."

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."

Every step would determine who lived… and who would die. The warehouse vibrated to the machine rhythm of Cassandra's device, and each pulse was a countdown to disaster. Alexander and Lucas moved cautiously, clearing the cover of crates, trying to close the gap without triggering traps. Cassandra's calm, measured voice pierced the tension. "You can't stop what is already underway. Each step you take only tightens the noose." Alexander's jaw snapped shut. "Then we break it. One way or another." Lucas ran to her, tossing a miniature EMP device. Sparks danced across the screens, blinding Cassandra temporarily. She snarled with fury, giving Alexander time to reach the control table.

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.”

The morning was as hot as one of those mornings from the days of war. There were no birds chirping by the window. The image sat in my head about what had passed last night. The strange feelings. The seed from his shaft. It was wonderful, all of it. A loud knock sounded sharply on the door. My tired eyes flew open that minute. The maids and servants were replacing the spent tallow candles with new ones. The fragrance in the room was sweet as well. Something had shifted today.

Clara interrupted Evelyn before she could finish. Evelyn sighed, packing up the kit. Clara was right. Cassandra had become so unreasonable now. That's why she still decided to ruin everything despite all the hints she gave her. Bernard paced about for a while and then walked towards the stairs. The news of what they had lost had completely shattered his evening. Just then Clara's phone which was in her bag on the table started to ring. She pulled it out and rolled her eyes hard at the contact. Dante. She dropped the phone on the table, leaning back on the sofa as she let it ring.

But Cassian’s world had narrowed until all he could see was her. Elara. He almost didn’t recognize the woman now poised beside the Blackwoods—so composed, so terrifyingly self-contained. As he watched her, a ragged, tattered, and wronged memory of her flashed in his mind, but he shook it off. It was a ghost of a lifetime only he was plagued to remember and hate himself for not doing anything before it was too late.