Amongst Thieves Novels & Stories

Whispers seeped through the thick door—gruff voices of Lucian’s thugs, their boots scuffing as they delivered stale bread and tepid water. Their words painted a grim tapestry: “The syndicate is under attack… Lucian’s losing ground… a traitor’s spilling secrets…” My heart clenched, piecing together the chaos. Lucian battled rival mobs, his empire was teetering, a traitor within his ranks fueling the fire. The goons’ murmurs grew tense, their tones laced with fear.

“I know him by reputation.” “And what’s that?” “Do you know the phrase, honor among thieves?” I nodded. “Sure, always sounded like bullshit.” “I think supposedly lived like that. He’s an honorable thief, or as much as that sort of thing can exist these days. He steals from the rich.” “And gives to the poor?” I said, finishing the phrase. She laughed. “Oh, god, no, I’m sure he keeps it all for himself.” I laughed with her. “Still, that’s not the impression I get from him.”

He could never train them such horrible actions … ever. “Professional thieves, I guess,” Lewis replied. “They would pull off some heists in rich mansions … or estates. I recall one that happened a few years ago in Andorhal’s Keep. We’ve lost a fortune because of those filthy thieves.” Tristan shifted his glance back to Bow. “Have you caught them?” “We got two of them … but we were too late,” Lewis sighed, “They’re like rats, Tristan. And it’s almost impossible catching one in huge cities.”

“Now you’ve got me intrigued.” My lips curved faintly. “Intrigued?” “How does a thief know how to navigate corporate negotiations and contract presentations?” I let out a quiet laugh. “Just because I’m a thief doesn’t mean I’m dumb.” I continued, “If anything, thieves are some of the smartest people alive.” That earned a quiet laugh from him, low and unexpected. “Is that so?” “Of course,” I replied. “You think stealing is easy? One wrong move and everything falls apart. You learn to think ahead and read people before they read you.”

“Why are we being dragged out, she’s the one who should be dragged out, she’s a thief! A thief!!” The hall seemed to quiet down and focus on the source of the commotion. Amy smiled when she realized she had everyone's attention, then she continued shouting that i was a thief.

After all, one of Roggan's old rules stated that thieves should never leave empty-handed! As the King of Thieves, he had undoubtedly stolen many things. Only after Archibald left did the Guild of Eternal Life members dare to return to their rooms.

he whispers, as he pulls me into his chest. But am I like that? My mind races over the multiple things I’ve stolen since I got here. One thing in particular which does bring me guilt. Granted I’ve never killed anyone but taking their food, taking their money, is that any different?

“Andy!” “Boss!” “Boss!” Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Andrius. The thugs reacted strongly to Andrius’ deafening entrance. The expressions on their faces went through multiple changes. From a vicious look to a blank look, then a mortified one, they all happened within half a second. The thugs used to work for Jamire Ringstone. They knew there was someone in Sumeria who could erase them from existence with ease, someone that they could not afford to offend. Now, that particular someone appeared before them.

Everything was in place as he had summoned a group of Dragon Guards in advance to prepare for the attack on the Scarlet Thief. Once the Dragon Guards from the eastern region arrived, they would be able to spring into action. "Yes!" The Dragon Guards said in unison, all the while worrying. The Scarlet Thief ranked fourth on the criminal list and was known for his cunning. He would often escape as soon as he heard any news of an ambush against him. Even with the help of the Dragon Guards from the eastern region, they might not find the Scarlet Thief, let alone kill him. Their chances of success were really low. That was what all the Dragon Guards, including Alfred, had thought.

On the first page, the introduction stated: [The man who steals had been known as a thief, a gentleman of knowledge, a flying thief, and there are sects of stealing, such as…] “Damn it! Why are they all the same? So pretentious,” Darryl muttered, but it was not long before he was hooked on the contents of the book. The Cult Mistress was right; this was indeed an interesting read. The stealing techniques used by modern-day thieves were considered unprofessional. This included using tools such as using long tweezers to steal a phone from a lady’s bag.