Bone Thief Novels & Stories

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.”

“I don’t know what I ever saw in you or why I ever came here in the first place.” Kathy chimed in, “You do realize why Bohdan is an inmate here don’t you? He used to kill women for sport. He’s known as Bohdan, the Vampire Ripper. Don’t expect that zebra to change his stripes.” Bohdan shook his head in disgust. “There are nine of us in this metal trap, if we give up two females, in let’s say twenty four hours, that could buy us enough time to be rescued. I think that’s a valid trade.”

I raised a brow, "Just spill it Thomas." He smirk. "So I tracked his arrest to Bone-saw prison." Everybody tensed. 'Oh! fucking great! Xander you fucking asshole, why Bone-saw of all places'. Bone-saw is a retraction center in the human population used to jail stray wolves or rogues. Once a wolf goes bad, he finds himself in Bone-saw, not only that. Bone-saw is known to be ruled by the werewolf king so being there meant you just got granted your death wish.

"A skeleton, the bones which my fake father said belongs to him and I gave him the bones." "You did what!?" Lydia realise the shout was coming from her. "Yes I gave him the complete bones but I took one and replace it with a fake bone, don't worry." Tharollin said as she saw the look Micheal and Lydia were throwing at him. "The bones I hold is the main one and with it I can use it to control him into doing my bidding. I need to know what he is planning and why he really needs the bones. And most importantly, why he lied to me." He added.

“Think it was gold or something and chuck it? Whoever told you about me gave you bad advice.” “Listen, I'm from out of town.” He squared his shoulders. “Don’t care. I know you broke open my safe and stole my rock.” Fine. “Give me two weeks and I'll return and pay you for your trouble.” “I don't like waiting and I never keep a bar tab open past closing.” Billy shook his head. “My boys will collect a pound of flesh for what you stole plus the pain and suffering you caused me. You knocked me out and broke my safe door clean off its hinges.”

"We find the architect. We assess. This is not greed. This is a signature. A calling card." The trace took Leo and a handpicked team of his best grey-hats two months. It led not to a person, but to a legend. A myth in the underworld of high-finance cybercrime: "The Librarian." No real name, no face. A entity known for only pulling heists that were, in their own warped way, statements. They had once robbed a blood diamond conglomerate and donated the sum to a historical preservation society. They had hacked an oil company and used the funds to plant a forest. They were a phantom with a perverse moral code.

repeated in horrified tones, saw mothers pulling their children closer, watched as pack members unconsciously stepped away from me. "Mom?" Oliver's voice trembled slightly. He knew what this accusation meant – we both did. In werewolf society, thieves were considered worse than rogues. They were wolves who stole mate bonds, who could manipulate the sacred connection between true mates. They were cursed by the Moon Goddess herself, or so the legends said.

For the first time in fifteen years, they weren’t aiming at each other. Below the wall, twenty figures moved through the treeline. They weren’t organized like a pack. No formation, no alpha in front. But their eyes glowed wrong—flickering blue-white, like fractured crystal. Moonstone corruption. “Hold,” Roran said, his voice steady. One of the rogues stepped forward. Tall, scarred, with a shard of blue stone embedded in his palm. He grinned, feral and wrong. “Kael Blackthorn,” the rogue called. His voice was layered, like two people speaking at once. “Give us the healer. The stone wants her.”

My nightly craft is winged in white, a dragon of night-dark sea. ¨DAnne McCaffrey,?Dragonsong Oh God, this is bad. This is so bad. I've committed a crime, and now I'm on the run with a jewel thief. The thought kept racing through Piper's mind in an endless loop. Somehow this man had convinced her to help him steal the Cheapside hoard. All of it. How the hell had he done that? He just looked into my eyes, and I went all gooey.