Anime Phantom Thief Novels & Stories

Layon snapped back at her, his pale grey eyes suddenly blazing silver as though he was struggling to contain his wolf. "You've never left America and she's never left this damn court, so you can't possibly know her!" Though his words stung, Angel quickly reminded herself of the pressure they were both under and took a deep breath before replying. "Layon, we've both learned about the fairy queen in those boring lectures on the supernatural community," she pointed out firmly, taking another step toward him when he made no move to get away from her. "We both know there's only one way out of this."

The thief’s body slowly began to grew three times his on size as he transformed into a muscle bound grey skinned behemoth with knobs sprouting out on his neck and his back. “The gold is mine,” the thief said with an intimidating, deeper voice. “Corpse borne,” The towering behemoth growled at the teenage witch in a furious rage. “Elliot Gray hart,” Olivia said. “Pattie thief,” amateur hacker and apparently a dormant corpse blood. Would have been nice if I had a partner who didn’t stab me in the back that could have put that in my paper work. The massive folklore, pummeled his first into the ground, releasing a massive shockwave toward the witch detective.

End the Butcher once and for all. "Oh?" The Pantomath looked at me, and really took me in. Then he dropped Theo with a thump onto the ground. "Look at you. A little boy all grown up. How could I forget those eyes? A werewolf with a fraction of the moon embedded into your soul? Rare indeed. Shame they never made their way into my collection, but I supposed all good things come to those who wait." A hard lump formed in my chest, and the barrier between me and the hungry abyss beneath me quaked. A hired gun stuck me hard in the back of the head with his phaser, bringing me to my knees again.

My butterflies hovered over Xanthea’s face, dusting her with anesthetic pollen as I gently closed her eyelids, easing her into unconsciousness. My head snapped back, hearing footsteps approaching from behind. Another Azum — this one wearing glasses — walked toward us. I glanced at the one in front of me. “He’s my avatar. A clone,” he said. “He’ll assist you.” I returned my focus to Xanthea. “Ungh!” Xanthea writhed as the divine energy pulsed harder from the fang. “Begin transfusion!” I cried. “Quick!” Azum lay beside Xanthea as his avatar began chanting the transfusion spell.

When Ethan saw me, he guiltily looked away. "Are you Nora?" The officer showed me his badge. "Someone reported that you stole company secrets and misappropriated company funds. Please cooperate with our investigation." With that, he showed me a record of a bank transfer. "Take a look. Is this account yours?" I took the photo. I then realized the amount was exactly the same as the money Ethan had transferred to me a while ago. Only then did I finally understand his real intention. "Nora, aren't you going too far? Ethan used to be your boss. He treated you so well. How could you do this to him?

I just have to make sure that they want to hire me first. When I walk in, nobody takes a second look at me at first. Not until I pull down the hood of my cloak and they see my long brown hair flowing down my back. Nobody but nobility normally grows their hair long as it just gets in the way of the commoner's lives. I have always been a thief so as long as I pull my hair back it has never bothered me much. It is not much but it is the only thing of mine that is truly mine and I do not want to see it go.

I said as I pushed the door open. Of course, the thief was out of her handcuffs. I should have expected that. I was distracted. My sister gasped. "Who the hell is it?" Amyra shouted. The thief looked at her and ignored her. "You know, prince, I am also good at picking locks. Any and every lock. Maybe one day, I will pick the lock to your bedroom," she whispered as she shifted into a magnificent red and black dragon. I expected her to fly away. But instead, the dragon walked towards me... and her searing violet eyes peered curiously at me, before she wrapped her tail around my back, in a kind of embrace.

Amara's POV Stealing from Gio got me paranoid though it had been more than a day since I collected the money from him. I kept avoiding anything that would make us bump into each other and stayed put in Luciano's room. I was surprised at my reaction and wondered if I wasn't the same person that picked pockets for a living. It was the act stealing that brought me to Luciano's house and now I had become scared of being caught. "I gest I learned a lesson"

Two other candelabra stood at the center and at the other end of the table, lighting the faces of the wielder dining in with a blast of deep crimson. Shiela munched the last of her rice before clearing her throat and saying, in a rather clear and important voice, “Zorphe is already under the enemy’s clutch. While doing patrol, we had to separate in two teams and sneak around to not get noticed by these wielders.” She sighed as she twirled the spoon in her hand. “There are two groups threatening this land. One, those masters they called ‘Phantoms,’ which as their name suggest, a bodiless (not the literal one, she added to the horrified look on the Magistrates faces) wielders whose a master of

Finally, Phantom Marionette’s hoarse voice sounded, “If it was any other time, he would have finished us off by now. But he hasn’t made a move yet. That means he is afraid of us.” Phantom Marionette let out a grim smile. “Let’s try our luck! We can double up our fees. There is more than the bounty from the Jones family. Don’t forget that there is also an 800-million-dollar bounty for the Palace Master on the dark web.” The bounty instantly motivated all the killers. Everyone’s eyes lit up. Phantom Marionette pulled out a curved blade from his waist and carefully moved towards Tyr. “You guys, are you really planning to lay your hands on me?” asked Tyr, starting at the group of killers gloomil