Infernal Devices Novels & Stories

The appearance of the Elder Wolves turned the morning into a funeral. These were not living creatures; they were the "Divine Relics" of the Council’s ultimate authority—monstrosities of clockwork and celestial fire, designed to hunt the Star-Born into extinction. The mechanical beasts landed on the slopes of the Silver Peaks, each impact creating an earthquake that shook the foundations of the Blackwood Keep. Their furnace-eyes scanned the courtyard, locking onto the violet aura of the Obsidian Vanguard and the gold-and-sapphire glow of Kaelen.

"An engineer. The revenant who quotes statutes and poisons wells she didn't touch. What exactly are you engineering?" "Communication." I sat beside him, reached for the device, felt the weight of it in my hands. The casing was wrong - too heavy for modern electronics, too light for magical artifacts. The particular in-between of something that was becoming rather than being. "The gods moves pieces. The Fates accelerates timelines. The Council watches and waits for me to stumble. I need to know what they're planning before they plan it." I turned the device over. The screen was dark, unresponsive, the particular blankness of something waiting for the spark that would make it alive.

If he does not see what faintly strides through the dark night. So he turns again. He does not come to full view. He watches the figure move like the zombies from the video game. It was how the Apocalypse begins. First, a single zombie is seen raiding the streets but just as humans think they had it under control, a pack would lash out of a corner, charging towards them. No! Don't think that. Zombies are not real.

Eventually, the god society came to a consensus and rid the universe of this group they saw as a pest. This artificer was called Dawn; and the group’s name was the Revenant. Many had forgotten about them and why would they remember them; for they had been wiped out long ago. However, the device Dawn created – the Tool of Blessing – was ceased by the gods and hidden. Dawn had made only ten of these devices and no matter how hard the gods tried to understand them, they always failed. After taking apart a few and failing miserably, they didn’t attempt to study them again but banned them throughout all the realms to prevent the appearance of another Revenant.

“I take that as a yes.” He nods. “Fucking finally; we have a shoo-in. The witches have informed me that there is a tool to destroy a demon; it’s called the Nephilim Dagger and will literally kill any supernatural creature in existence. Even a God.” He says, the grin all but gone from his face. My eyes widen at this. “Where the fuck are we going to get one of those? It’s not like they sell it at your friendly Smithers around the corner,” I ask.

said seraphine and searched for tools to remove those tied to their hands Seraphine immediately found the sharp end of the iron and there they removed the chains from their hands. "Akira I'll be back I'll just consume the demons that brought you here" Azrael said angrily and cocked his guns

The sight beyond stole Martha’s breath away. The white jade square had been stained a deep crimson by spilled blood. Dozens of Silvermoon priests knelt bound at the wrists below the stone steps. Rows of fully armed Dark Blood patrol soldiers ringed the entire area. At the square’s very center stood a towering ten-meter metal contraption. A millstone-sized dark crystal core was embedded in its center. Black ripples pulsed outward from the machine, shrouding the whole temple district. “A Shadow Suppression Amplifier.” Eira’s gaze turned cold as she studied the device.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

They functioned around him. Like he was part of the system. No. Like he was the system. We stepped into a wide open space, and that’s when I saw them. Cars. Rows and rows of them. Not just cars. Machines that looked like they had no business being touched by ordinary people. Black. Sleek. Silent. Even standing still, they looked like they moved faster than anything I’d ever known. “This is insane,” I muttered under my breath before I could stop myself. Gideon heard.

“If what you said is the truth, then there is a possibility that as they grow old, they will be stronger and powerful. How can the organization handle them and control them from retaliating?” “Infinite has a special device engraved in every subject, this would stop them from doing something against the organization. Once they see that you have done something forbidden, they would activate this device and it would either lead to the person’s death or they will take the spirits inside you and use you as the dreaded test subject for the drugs and poisons they are producing.”