Bone Thief Novels & Stories

Bill naturally didn't dare to disobey, and he promptly sent a burly henchman named Bob to Treasure Measure. It just so happened that the place was very crowded—many of his posse had dropped by to suck up to him after learning that he had made big bucks, just as there were collectors who came to have their collection appraised. As soon as Bob strode in, he bellowed furiously, "Where's the owner?! Show yourself!" Raymond looked him straight in the eye and said, "I'm the owner. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Bob immediately snapped, "My kid brother sold you my father's heirloom, didn't he?! I will give it to you straight—he stole it, so return it this instant, or I will call the cops on you!"

Perhaps I’m already angry. “I hope you know, tesoro, that what you stole cost a billion fucking dollars. I know you were the one who had the guts to hack into our computer. I know that you waited for a perfect time when whoever built those walls’ guard was down. His name is Alvaro by the way. The best of the best. You only bested him because he wasn’t around. And you…”

Deep inside the warehouse, the leader of the kidnappers a man with a distinct Eastern European accent named Viktor was attempting to scan Liora’s retina to unlock the encrypted files from the fourth laboratory. “Open your eyes, Mrs. Thorne,” Viktor commanded coldly and cruelly. “We only need the data. Once we have it, you are free to go.” “You… you will get nothing,” Liora whispered weakly. “The system… I have already destroyed it.” “In that case, we will have to extract what we need directly from your bone marrow,” Viktor said, picking up a sharp surgical scalpel. Just as the blade was about to press against Liora’s skin, one of the large floodlights on the warehouse ceiling exploded with a

“Real ones. Not the ones that dance in my head.” The lie comes easily. “You will.” A gust howls through the cave entrance. The torches gutter. Boots. Lira freezes. I’m on my feet before the shadows shift, my knife—a shard of flint lashed to caribou bone—gleaming in the gloom. Hjalmar fills the entrance, his silhouette blotting out the auroras. His enforcers flank him, their faces masked by wolf pelts. “Well,” he rumbles. “The thief and the leech.”

"Whatever the price is, I'll double it. Just open the door and let me walk out." "Heh." The rogue with a jagged skull tattoo on his left arm let out a dry, raspy laugh that sounded like a vulture. "Hey, do you think we're that stupid?" "We let you go, you run straight to the Blackthorns, and we end up with no money and a one-way ticket to Zander's torture chamber." The rogue stepped closer, playing with a high-def micro-camera. His eyes roamed shamelessly over her body. "But don't worry. We aren't low-class thugs; we don't want to get rough with someone like you."

"I feel like you’re trying to intimidate a witness. Let’s look at the facts, Vane. The man who took the Silver Moonstone didn't use a drill. He didn't use explosives. He ripped the vault door off its hinges like it was made of wet cardboard." She pointed to the photo in her file—a grainy still of a massive, shadowy figure with eyes that reflected the camera's infrared light like a wolf’s. "That’s not human," she said firmly. "I’ve seen state-of-the-art tech, and I’ve seen bodybuilders on every steroid known to man. Nobody does that. Who is he?" Cillian turned his back to her, walking to the window. He looked out at the city, his hands clasped behind his back. "His name is Julian Blackwood. H

Alexandra must have taken a sip from her drink because that was all I could hear for a while, like this was the most ordinary conversation in the world. "It depends, really. The girl is not cooperating, as you know. She's very stubborn and has refused to sign any documents even when threatened with bodily harm. But I have... access routes. If she refuses, there are other ways. Forgery, for instant." What. The. Fuck. How are they? How dare her? "I want her accounts too. They hold a lot of money, and I want each and every penny there. If Alessandro went through all the trouble of getting me on board when it comes to this mission, then I should be compensated fairly. I need the profit."

The first one I picked up was a letter. "Your Majesty, My words cannot express our sympathies to the royal family. Nemesis was a treasure that can never be replaced. I do hope she is found safe and well. If you find yourselves in need of anything that we may be able to assist you with, please don't hesitate to let us know. Your Humble Servant, Alexander"

Perhaps I’m already angry. “I hope you know, tesoro, that what you stole cost a billion fucking dollars. I know you were the one who had the guts to hack into our computer. I know that you waited for a perfect time when whoever built those walls’ guard was down. His name is Alvaro by the way. The best of the best. You only bested him because he wasn’t around. And you…”

“About the Bone Crown. About my family. About whatever those creatures are.” Lucien’s expression shifted slightly at that last part. “You saw one up close?” “It tried eating your commander.” “Mm.” He glanced toward the corpse. “Unfortunate.” “That’s your reaction?” “The man cheated at cards.” Lyra stared. Cassian pinched the bridge of his nose once. “You are not helping.” Lucien ignored him completely. “The creatures are called Hollowed,” he told Lyra. “People infected by shadow corruption after the first gate war.” “First?”