Infernal Devices Novels & Stories

“You throw one hell of a party favor. Here... tell me these are what I think they are.” I handed him the stuff and Lucius’s eyes widened when he saw the device. “That’s the Nexus Drive. The heart of the whole zombie control system. And the iPad… that’s how Grimlow directs them. Without these, the infected are just… lost.” “Perfect.” I slammed the iPad against the wall. Plastic cracked and screens shattered. I stomped the Nexus Drive until the blue light died with a sad little pop. Sparks flew. “No more puppet master for anybody.” Lucius nodded.

ALMA I was scared out of my mind. I thought I was going to die with no one to save me. Until Lazzaro came. I hated everything about the underworld with my whole being. A girl couldn’t escape her abductor without being abducted by another. Just that these ones were out to kill me. I didn’t understand Russian, but I knew what ubit meant. It meant kill. And they used that a lot. They were going to murder me.

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.

said Ilyra. Zlo inclined his head, as if thinking. “Well,” he said, “The Nemachi relic was more of a challenge than I had thought it would be.” Really, thought Ilyria, she could already think of at least three: the aeon clock, the box puzzled the Sirens used to enchant the Mogul, the projection device she and Astrapi had first encountered at the Nemachi air fortress. Astrapi had said their devices had been a part of the everyday life of the One World. They had been everywhere. Yet Zlo could not find one?

The variable was refusing the math. "The Mother... is the virus," the Mother murmured, her voice fading into a hiss. "She has infected the King with... empathy." "It's not an infection," I rasped, my right hand clawing at the quartz floor, dragging my 90% stone body another inch toward my son. "It's... the... rain." The Deep Altar groaned as a secondary breach erupted from the southern vent. The Fear faction drones hadn't stopped at the surface. They had deployed the "Abyssal Hooks"—massive, silver-alloy drills designed to pierce the cathedral’s ribcage.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

A blood-curdling scream came from the furnace. That was how I'd died in my past life, and I couldn't help feeling vindicated as I watched Summer suffer the same fate. The fire ate her up. She'd left blood all over the furnace before her death because she'd tried to claw her way out. Terence stood there, looking like he was admiring a painting. Once Summer was incinerated, he turned to look at Jean. "It's your turn now."

he said back, tapping the wand against his glove like a gavel. We returned to the control room with a bag of quiet horrors: thirteen devices in an hour and twenty minutes. Some were sleek and recent. Some were silly and old, battery cases crusted, corrosion like a bad mood. Three had no juice left; they had been listening to ghosts. One had the faint warmth of a heartbeat in a body that thought it was clever.

The deeper we went, the worse the smell got, blood, rot, and something else I couldn’t place. “What the hell are those?” one of the guards asked, pointing to a cluster of black metal devices wedged into the stone. Tyson crouched beside one, frowning. “Dark energy devices. Old type. Someone’s using forbidden stuff.” “Why here?” “Probably because no one comes here anymore.” I walked closer, studying the formation. They weren’t scattered—someone placed them deliberately, forming a half-circle around the inner wall. I touched one gently. The surface was warm, humming beneath my fingertips.