The Infernal Devices Books Novels & Stories

Chapter: 27 ****** Their steps were measured and deliberate as Azrael led Offilies through the aisles of books. The library was vast and quiet, the only sound accompanying their conversation was the soft rustle of pages and the occasional fluttering of wings from passing Ceruleanians. As Azrael confessed his forbidden affairs with the Devil, Offilies listened intently, his cerulean eyes widening with each revelation. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by a myriad of emotions—shock, concern, and an underlying fear for his beloved Prince's well-being.

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."

We all turned toward him. “This,” Uncle Lucifer said, his voice resonating through the room, “is a genuine copy of one of the Seven Books of the Fallen.” He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “This particular tome belongs to the realm of Wrath.” Uncle Lucifer said as I felt the room atmosphere stall at his words. The Seven Books of the Fallen were legendary, whispered about in hushed tones among angels and demons alike. “But there’s a catch,” Lucifer continued, interrupting my thoughts.

Yet here she was, learning to read between lies and blood, walking the same path as the man who kept pulling her strings. Lucian D’Argento wasn’t just an enforcer. He was a kingmaker. A manipulator of chaos. And she was his pawn—or worse, his project. When they arrived at the D’Argento estate, Ayla expected to be dismissed again. She was halfway to her room when Lucian’s voice called from behind. “Come to the library.” She hesitated, then turned, pulse steady, even as questions roared in her skull. The library was dimly lit, more like a war room than a place of peace. A large map of Europe was spread across the table, scattered with red pins and names. She recognized a few—arms dealers, corr

⭐ BOOK TWO DESCRIPTION — The Devils Heart Sarai never meant to become a weapon. She never meant to carry the child who would ignite a war between realms — human, Underworld, and the forgotten realm hidden even deeper. But prophecy doesn’t care about intent. Only outcome. Now hunted from every side, Sarai must master magic no human was ever meant to wield and learn that power always comes with a price. Malik will burn worlds to protect her. Her enemies will burn worlds to stop her.

I ask getting right into it. He smiles shaking his head. “Well, it’s the end of the Devil’s series. The conclusion everyone has been waiting for…” he says softly. My eyes widen. “There won’t be another book after this? I remember the ending of The devil’s daughter. Mia still had to find the holy sword and Goal and Tolk is still trapped in heaven. How could one book be enough to explain all of that?” I ask in shock. I wasn’t expecting this to be the end.

There was a look of fury in his eyes, directed at the shadow warrior. "What do you mean by that?",Xavier snapped at the devil. It was Hades that told him the book was the Grimoire, and he had blindly believed because his obsession to see Layla had been too strong. Now he stared at the devil suspiciously. They had a deal, so Hades wouldn't deceive him, would he? Before any of them could say another word, the sound of a roaring beast echoed powerfully through the rooms. Layla lifted her head instantly. That roar, she thought. Was that Riven?

“Someday, Damien, we will rule this land together. All of us, as we were always meant to.” He swung his arms in small, halted jerks as he bounced his baby softly in front of him. “You will walk these halls with your own son as we are right now. I’ve seen it, Damien. We will find him. We will find them all, no matter how long it takes.” The end…for now. The next book in this series is Cursed, please check it out. Also, please connect with me online. authorjwhite.fans https://www.facebook.com/authorjwhite

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

--------- Underworld Tore POV I feel strange like I smelled a dreadful odor from somewhere. I called Sabina, my new lady Damah. " Why you called me my Lord?" She put on her knees in front of me. We're immortal so even years passed by, our face never gets old. We stay the same as ever. " Did you smelled something strange?" I asked Damah about it and she noticed the bad odor too. " Yes, since this morning the odor spreads and even Cerberus sniffs it too!" She mumbled. Cerberus is the checker of the underworld of the dead souls who were passing on the river Styx if this soul will go to the easy test or the hard test. This will determine whether they reincarnated into an animal or plants.