Amongst Thieves Romane & Geschichten

Either way, they needed to learn a lesson. We crept forward, keeping low as we maneuvered around the wagons. Their stolen bounty sat in neat piles, and I spotted a familiar emblem burned into the crates. Midnight Pack’s mark. These were ours. The thieves were speaking in hushed voices, but the wind carried fragments of their conversation. “—said the buyers would meet us at the next ridge.” “Not if those wolves catch us first. You heard what happened to the others.” “That was a fluke. This pack is soft.”

With renewed vigor, we followed the informant's directions, our hearts pounding in anticipation. We reached the hideout, a dilapidated building nestled in the heart of the city's underworld. Stealthily, we crept inside, careful not to alert the thieves to our presence. Shadows danced on the walls, and the air hung heavy with tension as we searched for any trace of the stolen amulet.

Feeling the wetness that was building up. I never felt this with Elvis, was that saying something? ”Tell you what,” he said and raised his head from looking in my bag. ”You do this job for me-no questions asked- or I take you and your bag to the cops.” I gulped, feeling worry stir in the pit of my stomach. The cops. They could choose to tie a lot of thefts to me. ”So, sweetheart,” he said, stepping closer once more.”What will it be?” * * *

Li Wei laughed inwardly. He left the uncle, who now looked desperate. It wasn't long before Li Wei heard the uncle's rant, saying he had been tricked by the hunter who sold the fake artefact. Many thieves were sneaking around in the crowded streets of the black market. Li Wei noted to himself. It wasn't just adults who were thieves. Those who acted and dressed as if they were part of the hunters and fighters themselves. Many small children were thieves there. "What are you doing?" snapped Li Wei when the hand had reached into the pocket under his tunic.

Vincent asked innocently, "Mommy, what are thieves?" Larissa explained, "Thieves are people who snatch away things that belong to someone else. They're all bad people—especially that old hag in the middle with white hair." Vincent nodded. He said, "So does that mean this is the thieves' hideout? We're here to serve justice!" "That's right. You're so clever, Vince!" Abigail was furious. "Who are you people? How dare you trespass on the Tuffin residence? Guards, take them away!"

A group of thieves is running through the streets with a valuable painting. Samantha, Andrew, and Nancy decide to take action. They chase after the thieves, dodging through the narrow streets and alleys of Venice. The thieves are fast, but the group is determined to catch them. Eventually, they corner the thieves in a small square, and a tense standoff begins. The thieves hold the painting above their heads, daring anyone to come and take it from them.

He has always been my voice of reason. He is also the reason that we joined the Thieve's Guild recently. He knew that with us stealing just enough to survive we would eventually get caught. If we were to join the Guild though, they would protect us. They would help us thrive and we would not have to constantly try avoiding their attention in the streets. If you can't beat them, join them right?

"My blood pressure just skyrocketed. What kind of insane family forces their daughter, who scored high, to apologize to a cousin who failed the exams?!" "What kind of manipulative witch is Naomi Gibson? She copied her cousin's work for three years, got exposed during the real exams, framed her cousin for hiding her admission ticket, and then claimed her cousin's exam score as her own? I'm actually speechless." "Stella got it the worst. Her whole family treated her like the villain, forced her to kneel and apologize, stole her celebration, and even told her not to wear makeup because they were afraid she'd outshine her cousin? I'm disgusted."

"Word on the street is, someone once snatched Rosemary to get at Bradley. By the next day, the ringleader was flayed and dumped on his kingpin's doorstep." "Yeah, I heard that, too. Bradley went all out, unleashed hell to crush his enemies, and sent a clear message to the criminal world. The Gilbert Group took a beating, too. Since then, no one's dared to mess with Rosemary." I glanced at Bradley's retreating figure as a strange sense of having been there before washed over me.

It was a far cry from what she had been just the day before. I met Joel back at the den and we went to another meeting about the shipyards. The human law enforcement had let the thieves be killed in their custody. The wolves had no leads on the potion they were sure was involved. As far as anyone could tell the men were just regular, low quality burglars. It was a long unsatisfying meeting. "Except for the fact they kept claiming to be invisible, which the police did not understand, they were normal humans," Joel told me shaking his head.