Infernal Devices Characters Novels & Stories

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

Kieran… the pup… he’s getting weaker… Panic and fury explode inside me. I grab Darius by the throat and slam him into a collapsing pillar. But as the dust clears, I see the true horror. The secondary device isn’t in the chamber. It is buried deep beneath the ruins, and it has just begun its final sequence. The entire ground shakes violently—cracks, like a spiderweb, across the floor. A new, darker pulse erupts upward, straight toward Sienna’s location. Her scream tears through the bond like a blade.

"Give me that device, Chalida. Now." "And let you shove me back into the shadows while you and Mother play your little game of high-society chess?" Chalida tapped a command into the device. The air between them seemed to shimmer as the augmented reality overlay flickered, the red and green tickers suddenly bleeding into a jagged, chaotic violet. "I’m not your servant, and I’m definitely not your shadow. I’m the partner who realizes that sometimes, you have to break the machine to prove who’s stronger."

The old man reached the militia and pointed out a finger. His finger started to elongate, turning into a suction device. A terrifying mouth started to form at the tip as well. The warrior looked at the terrifying suction device with a hint of panic and fear in his eyes, but he still said, "You'll definitely be cleansed by the Church of the Fire Dragon Lord." "Is that so? Then you might be disappointed." The old man smiled, pointing the suction device on the militia's head. The mouthpiece stuck to his skull, and a bone spur extended from it, instantly piercing through the militia's skull.

I said. Everyone went still. Kael's voice was low. "Those are death cultists. They live in the borderlands. They kill anything that moves." "They also hate Sterling," I said. "And they smuggle things in and out of the packhouse. Supplies. Weapons." I looked at my mates. "Tunnels." Ryker's eyes narrowed. "You want to make a deal with the devil." "I want to use every weapon I have." An hour later, I stripped off the silver armor. Seraphina helped me into something darker. Tactical gear. Black leather. Silver blades strapped to my thighs. My mother's dagger at my hip.

LUCIFER SPECIES - DEVIL AGE - UNKNOWN BATTLES FOUGHT - 0 BATTLES WON - 0 BATTLES LOST - 0 LOCATION - UNDERWORLD. DECEASED. BLACK SPECIES - GHOST A.K.A THE SHADOW AGE - UNKNOWN BATTLES FOUGHT - UNKNOWN BATTLES WON - UNKNOWN LOCATION - UNKNOWN DECEASED.

I'm just as drawn to him as I was before. “So…” I lick my lips. “If you’re a vampire, then what? Everyone at Hawthorn is?” “Some people are werewolves. Some are witches and warlocks. Some people are… other things.” My breathing becomes sharp. I know my ribs must still hurt, but it’s like I can’t feel anything happening in my body right now. “So Alice told the truth about that?” I ask. “And about Silver Hunters?” Alec’s red eyes sharpen. “You don’t want to run into a Silver Hunter.”

he said. His voice was soft, but it echoed directly inside our heads. "I am Zeref, the Shadow King." I stepped forward, gripping my guns. "I am Alexander Volkov. You sent your dogs to attack my daughter. And now... you die." Zeref smiled slightly. It was a terrifyingly calm smile. "Such anger. Such fire. I like it. It reminds me of myself thousands of years ago." He slowly stood up. The moment he stood, the entire cavern shook.

"Yes, but we can talk about that later. It's the least important thing right now." Liv shut her mouth with a snap and stared at him for several long beats before speaking again. "Okay, then." Her eyes raised to the ceiling looking like she was weighing what she wanted to say next. "So, you're immortal?" "Not exactly. We can be killed but it is difficult. We heal quickly. As you could see, Asta was perfectly fine when she was in here earlier. Our bodies can heal most wounds if we can shift." Brodi sat up straight. "We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would

A bunch of assorted boards and beams rested against the wall in the corner between the boiler and the left wall. In the kitchen that still hadn’t been renovated, Brandon Price faced the wingman’s handheld cam to say they were about to investigate the basement, where rumor had it an evil entity was lurking, that wasn’t there for their previous investigation. He would go down ahead of the others, all by himself, to see if he was able to make contact with said entity, which he suspected to be of a demonic nature. “The brave dear leader,” I grunted. “Purposely.” “You mean he came already planning to get rid of his attachment here?”