Infernal Devices Novels & Stories

I felt its essence flow through the truth-seers, using them as anchors to extend its balancing influence directly into the heart of the faction's facility. Through this expanded awareness, I could perceive what lay beyond the sealed doors. The core chamber housed a massive device—a technological monstrosity that pulsed with sickly energy, its design perverting the natural patterns of reality. Around it, it worked the faction's key personnel, including Dr. Whitcomb, who directed operations with cold efficiency.

"The Sovereign-Mates are deemed Irreparable. Initiate Full-Deletion." The Centinel lunged, its limbs made of "Optimization-Scythes."

I felt the edges of my mind begin to fracture under the device, every dream, every memory of Kael and my powers drawn toward him like a beacon. Even as darkness clawed at me and the pain threatened to consume my will, a spark of defiance refused to die. The device hummed on, filling the room with an eerie blue light. My screams echoed through the facility, marking the beginning of a nightmare that was only just starting.

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

saying he cheered himself While others gave confused smile, but next instant they were surprised and shock listening to him Sinha and play Piano 'Baby I wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel Ever since a child he grew up listening to love Heard the stories of Devil's how they were smitten Heard the stories of Angel's how they fallen on earth Never once he believed that Angel's are real and Devil's get's it one He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Dev

“Destroying such devices may not be simple. They’re bound by sigils and wards. Some are part of monuments, hidden in plain sight.” Bastion’s gaze tracked to the mural’s center. The spiral had tightened, pointing to a place marked with a sigil we’d seen before — deep in the territory beyond the forest, in ruins that matched accounts of an old beacon. The sentinel said, “The vault points you toward the source of manipulation. There you will find evidence of intent — and perhaps the instruments themselves.” Kael’s tone was immediate. “We go there. We find whatever those devices are and take them out of play.”

"This sanctuary that I've built for you . . . perhaps it has allowed you to forget what I am." Win didn't respond at first, his gaze never wavering from Adom . "I am sorry son of Lucifer ,I see as a wrong way but. Did you forget what I am, too? I know I'm mortal. I'll die and you—you'll continue to go on. I know that whatever this is . . . it's not forever—but it doesn't have to be something so ugly either." (In my story angels are mortal and devils are immortal)

There's been no humanity left in my older brother for almost three years now. Elio loses his balance, and I rush forward to pick him up. He reeks of alcohol and tobacco. My older brother starts laughing darkly and snaps his fingers to the side. Before we know it, a housekeeper comes out of nowhere and hands my brother a cane. The cane is a perfect reflection of him. Black steel with no decoration whatsoever. Cold, icy, and empty on the inside. My eyes remain on the pommel, eliciting yet another laugh from Elio. So I finally look up at him, and his glassy eyes continue to stare back at me.

--- Hunters’ Headquarters Security Level A. Deep beneath Valenfort, Alaric Graves stood before a massive machine sheathed in silver. Ancient vampiric script was engraved along its flank: Seraphim The Flame of the Holy Blood. An elderly engineer, hands trembling as he wired the energy conduits, said, “Sir… Seraphim has never been tested. It… it uses anti‑matter holy energy. If activated, not only vampires but humans with mixed bloodlines will” “Silence.” Alaric cut him off coldly. “This world has gone past its limit. If I must burn the city to end the cursed line, I will.”

Because it just dawned on me that this is not my innocent Catalina. Maybe at one point, she was the woman I'd imagined her to be but not anymore. For someone to be so at ease with a dead body beneath them means this isn't their first, second, or even third time to kill. She's done it before. A part of her even enjoys doing it. This is who she is. She's the she-devil.