Infernal Devices Novels & Stories

“Zenith isn’t just awakening power. She’s reclaiming infrastructure.” “That’s what worries me,” Eldric replied calmly. “Power can be taught. Infrastructure can’t.” I closed my eyes briefly. Plot Thirteen glimmered in my senses, dormant no longer. “Healers of old,” I said quietly, “were never meant to operate without limits.” Eldric leaned against the table, arms folded. “And yet Inferno plans to recreate their most dangerous invention.” “The bloodcraft,” I whispered. Silence deepened. Not fear but reverence. The kind reserved for things that should remain legend.

"You should have stayed buried in the frost-wastes. I’m going to take your head back to Natalia as a footstool." "I think not," Ivan murmured, lifting a hand. From behind him, four cloaked figures stepped forward, carrying heavy, iron-barreled weapons—relics of ancient Abyssal technology powered by unstable moon-gems. The barrels began to glow with a volatile, violet light, humming with an energy that made Vance’s Lycan instincts scream in warning.

Coincidentally, Paysu found himself in the room he was looking for, "This is it!" He forced himself to stand up slowly to destroy the seven devices that sends energy to the robotic bodies of the demons. A few months later, Sadrac and Dylan stole the everlasting mother diamond capable of supplying endless electricity. They need that diamond to give infinite energy to their bodies called biomechanical humanoids that are now sowing havoc Paysu forced himself to stand up even slowly to destroy the seven devices that send energy to the robotic bodies of the demons. But unfortunately, Ghanpin found him by following the drop of blood.

“Thank you for taking it upon yourself to look for me. I appreciate, sir.” “See you when you get better.” “Yes sir.” She flashed him a smile and followed as Kira led the way inside the house. As soon as they were out of sight, Fernando rushed to Axel and grabbed him by the collar. “You son of a bitch!” Axel’s men wanted to make a move but he raised his hand, stopping them. He didn’t try to fight Fernando or take his hands off his collar. “You are manipulating her. You and your father are the real devils and she’s not supposed to be around you because you will only end up delaying her from getting her right…”

Adrian watched her closely. Do I scare her in anyway?? He asked himself I will never harm you, all I want is for you and the baby to be safe. He said and exit the room ********* CALEB’S DISCOVERY BACK TO GRAYSON Caleb returned an hour later. “We have someone,” he whispered. Grayson looked up sharply. “Who?” “One of Adrian’s junior staff. A driver. Fresh. Untrained in loyalty. Someone Michael probably hasn’t vetted well.” Grayson stood. “Where is he?”

But in the center of the chaos was Nevan. He was a blur of silver and shadow. He had discarded the pulse-rifle and was moving with a combat knife and a short-circuiting stun-baton. He wasn't just fighting; he was a butcher. Every time a soldier got close to the path leading to my door, Nevan was there—a terrifying, unstoppable force. His movements were jagged, fueled by the serum and a desperate, obsessive rage. But he was slowing. A massive device—a sleek, obsidian pillar—had been lowered into the center of the hangar. It was humming, a sound that made my teeth ache. The Null-Field.

—bone-and-iron automatons that moved with a jerky, terrifying precision. "They're targeting the twins' resonance!" Runa screamed, her daggers carving through the iron-marrow of a sentinel. In the center of the necropolis lay the Engine of Souls. It was a massive, rotating sphere of liquid-silver light—the captured spirits of our people. The sphere was held in place by four "Entropy-Anchors" made of the same starlight-iron as our Spire. "BREAK THE ANCHORS!" I roared. But as I lunged for the first anchor, Chronos-Prime appeared before me. He didn't use a blade; he used a Memory-Lance. He drove the weapon into my chest, not to kill me, but to show me the weight of the thousand years of the grav

to a ledger; they were the hardware for a localized electromagnetic field. ​"My turn," I said. ​I reached out, my mind connecting to the "Black Ledger" algorithm that Dr. Hestia had described. I didn't see numbers; I saw the cars. I saw the electronic ignition systems, the smart-guns, and the tactical headsets the men were wearing. ​Delete, I thought. ​The SUVs groaned. Their engines backfired and died. Smoke poured from the mercenaries’ headsets as the circuits fried, sending them screaming to the ground, clutching their ears.

Her cut and bruised hand tightened on the pen again and ploughed into the paper Dearest mortal you have become blind…blind to the fight that is constant around us, that creeps in the night while you sleep, that watches your every move…just so that when you trip and fall…your soul is on the line…easy for the taking. Don’t fall for his tricks… he fights over your soul dear human that Devil seeks to lure people away from God, his doing a mighty fine job. And you’re letting it happen. Have you ever wondered how some mere humans are so poor and unheard of, then extremely rich in a matter of seconds? This person has obviously offered his or her soul in exchange for diabolical favours. Of cours