Bone Thief Novels & Stories

The Gilbert Group, with Bradley Gilbert at its helm, was a name that sent shivers down the spine of anyone in the city. He was known as the Reaper, a legend among both cops and criminals. "You want me dead?" I asked. "It's a tough job; that's why we came to you," Black Viper said before he then turned to leave. "You've got a month to get ready. Oh, and Bradley's got a lady friend, Rosemary Baker. She's his Achilles' heel."

“I saw her following me.” “See?” Sheels jumped and gave Hera a pat on the shoulder. “In theory, you could do so much more on your ability than just stealing a body. You can either copy their techniques, own their memories, and, most especially, be who they are. If I’m not mistaken, that is called Side-Thieving.” “What?” Sheels merely smiled. “And that’s what we’re going to work for this week, so,” she paused to ruffle Hera’s hair, “try to smarten up a bit. I don’t tolerate stupidity.”

The king grabbed the handle and saw that it was a dagger exquisitely made. The tip of the handle was a mixture of silver and gold seemingly woven over each other. Between the handle and the blade was a dark grey gemstone shaped like a shield and its crossguard and quillon were shaped like that of a wave. Securing the dark grey gemstone, two silver and gold snakes crossed over each other with their tails ending at the edge of the crossguard.

“If you’re smart enough, you’ll walk away on your own. I’m carrying his child, so the Levine family will stand behind me. You’ll just end up being thrown out. How humiliating would that be? “Besides, your marriage certificate is fake. If anyone looks into it, you’ll be known as the other woman, not me!” Her words grew sharper and crueler. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug deep into my palms. “Whitney, you…” I had just opened my mouth when hurried footsteps echoed down the hall. Zayn was back. Whitney’s expression instantly shifted. Gone was the mocking smile, replaced by fragile innocence. “Ms. Rivers, I know you don’t like me, but the baby is innocent. Please… don’t take it out

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.

I thought that after this incident, he might finally learn his lesson and stop pulling this kind of stunt. Unexpectedly, another delivery showed up outside my door that evening. I took it downstairs and tossed it into the trash along with the garbage from my apartment. When I came back upstairs, Derek was once again standing outside my door arguing with a delivery driver. The moment he saw me, he pointed a finger in my direction. "Was it you who stole my food? You pathetic freeloader. I caught you once at lunchtime, and now you've got the nerve to steal it again tonight?"

Well, at least Kenneth knows enough to keep the egg warm. I look around, trying to figure out how I’m going to get the egg out of the fire so I can get it out of here. “I knew you would come.” I spin around, not seeing anyone in the low light of the room. He steps out of the shadows. “No one wanted to believe me, but I know who and what you are, Skylar Hughes.” “And what am I, King Solomon?” I ask. “A thief. The worst kind of thief. A dragon thief,” he spits, slowly walking toward me.

"A Blacktide adder? The venom liquefies the blood core within three minutes... it will look like a wild mountain accident if it breaches his furs, but..." "Are you refusing an alpha command, Brena?" Tahlia's scent turns lethal, her fangs scraping her bottom lip. "Lest we forget, your youngest pup has a blood-debt with the Vinqlo gambling syndicates. I know exactly how many silver relics you've smuggled from my father's vault to clear his losses." Brena lets out a strangled gasp, her knees striking the floor. "Mistress... please..." "If the council discovers your theft, you'll be chained to the silver mines before dusk," Tahlia whispers, her smile completely devoid of mercy. "Do the deed, and

Only the stillness of an open grave. Ellie’s signet ring didn't just glow; it shrieked. A jagged, pulsing crimson light radiated from the stone, casting long, distorted shadows across the grey dust. She reached out with her inner sight, trying to find the golden threads of the Alliance, but what she found made her stumble. The threads weren't just frayed; they were being knotted into intricate, suffocating patterns—the **Legion of Bone** was literally weaving the life force of the sleeping wolves into a shroud.

“I understand.” “I don’t know how Cato is mixed up in all of this, but I’m beginning to feel bad for what I’m about to do to him.” He wasn’t the kind of man who trusted anyone. He didn’t even seem that warm to his own brother. If I successfully tricked him, it would destroy him. Was he innocent the way I was innocent? “Don’t feel bad for him. He’s not a good man.” “He’s not?” I whispered. Bones shook his head. “His money isn’t clean. He’s the richest banker for a reason—because he uses blood money.”