Amongst Thieves Novels & Stories

“I want to punish all those that dared attack Godfrey.” “C'mon Georgi,” she frowns. “It was almost past midnight, it is common in that area, that people stay at the corner to try and Rob those who are wasted.” “Godfrey wasn't wasted,” I reminded her. “We don't know what happened but they are looking for clues for those guys,” she paused looking around. “The thieves there said that they couldn't get out because it was raining heavily, they were probably from a long way.” She was right and why would Godfrey lie to me, I just needed to calm myself down, all that mattered was Godfrey was safe now.

I could feel their fear, their respect, their relief that my violence was directed at enemies rather than them. I returned to the throne, accepting a cloth to wipe the worst of the blood from my skin, though I did not bother with a fresh shirt. Let the remaining prisoners see the monster that awaited them. The third group entered while attendants hurried to clear the second batch of remains. Four rogues—three men and one woman—their expressions hollow with the certainty of their fate. "These four were caught separately," Dominic explained, "each attempting to steal from city residents. Repeat offenders, all of them, previously banished from their original packs for similar offenses."

Apart from the large metal door that stood opposite me, there was only one other opening in the room—a window close to the ceiling through which a sliver of moonlight filtered in. “The men got to us, didn’t they?” James muttered. “No shit, Sherlock.” He groaned in response. “You have no idea the kind of trouble we’re in right now.” I looked at him. “You know those thugs?” “I know of them. The big guy—the one with the eye patch—goes by the street name Thunder. He and his companions belong to a popular group of thugs that run shady businesses in this part of town. They also work for higher-ranked werewolves, doing little jobs for them.”

He's a thief! I lunged forward, shoving between them. 'Stop! I sense no lie in him.' My voice trembled, but the bond pulled at me, true and fierce. The circle felt alive, stones humming under my feet, the night air charged with their fury. These people—my family—now strangers, their emotions crashing like waves: Thorne's greed, Garrick's confusion, Kael's loyalty torn.

“We don’t have thieves here! It must be you two!” “It’s my first time seeing someone steal things so loudly!” “What a thief! Shameless! Poor yet has no dignity!”

Now that the number one thief had both his legs severed, it was time for them to give up completely. Qin Haodong sent a photo of Great Cracker to Donnie Randall. Soon, the photo appeared on the websites of the underground forums. As expected, this move worked quickly. Half an hour later, the thieves near the Li family's villa all retreated. The entire area became tranquil once again. The top three thieves in the world had all been defeated. This caused the other thieves to completely give up on the idea of stealing. Even though they were good paintings, after all, one's life was still more important.

Her words were rushed. "So, as I was saying." The woman ignored her, "She stoles everything in that bag." Red face palmed herself, really? "Ma'am, it's stole not stoles." Red explained boldly, "Stop embarrassing yourself." "I will deal with you when you come back here." The woman threatened. "Oh, we won't be meeting again." She winked and strode out of the police station. She was on the last set of steps when she heard someone scream, "Catch that thief!"

“And you, wifey, will see this. You will see, firsthand, the awful fate that waits for those who betray me or hurt my family. I want this to be a strong reminder of your own dangerous spot and what could happen if you ever betrayed me. A sneak peek of what a double-cross can cost. You need to understand exactly why I am called the Cross-Bearer. It’s not just a name; it’s a promise.A very dark one.” His gaze held hers, a mix of warning and raw possessiveness that made her insides clench. The air between them twisted with a tension that had nothing to do with law or loyalty. ~~~ The drive to the warehouse was quiet, heavy with dread. Claudine sat in the big black SUV, squeezed between Marcello

Rex replied intelligently. Hearing thieves, Ruben clutched his bag in a strong grip, Tess’s crest laid in that bag and even though he was confident to protect it, he still feared as everything was foreign to him. Nevertheless, being Ruben De Vries he reminded himself to compose himself and appear confident as always. A group of sane men in ragged clothings noticed Rex and Jim looking everywhere. “It seems we have found the most suitable prey.” One of the men said, flashing his brown teeth to his goons. “Let’s go.”

Connor roared with conviction forgetting that even the silence had ears. They knew that they never knew where they were lurking somewhere in the dark, “Mom and dad aren’t here are they, we are their captives we should be lucky it's them and not us. We will have time to fight back but that time is not now, and they are not what we should be worried about. The way that the storms look at us like they are trying to peek behind a mask did you notice it?” Glory spoke in a venomous whisper as they trudged up the steps.