Castle Crashers Thieves Novels & Stories

Before midnight, the four assassins-Emery, Jadeite, Secora, and Cataleena- were all ready to depart from the headquarters after briefing themselves on the plan they had to follow. Each of them was wearing their identical combat apparel with their faces covered with a mask and was equipped with their weapons before they got on each horse. It was rather chillier that midnight compared to the other nights, but Emery thought it was just probably her feeling that way. She had gone through many missions before but this time, she felt like something bad was going to happen… something that she was not expecting.

"Is that so? And where might that be, little puppy?" "Looking for allies," Cassie said, deciding that directness was her best option. "People who understand that some wrongs can't be forgiven or forgotten." The three rogues exchanged glances loaded with meaning. The woman stepped closer, circling Cassie with the predatory grace of a wolf evaluating prey. "My name is Vera," she said finally. "These are my associates, Knox and Slade. We're what you might call... problem solvers. People come to us when they need things handled that can't be accomplished through traditional means."

We tried to take him down on multiple occasions, but we suffered severe casualties as he's just that powerful. "East City…" Frank mused to himself. "Could it be the one you call Ghost, whom you've mentioned before?" "It's none other than him. I understand that your strength is weakened outside Shagan, but—" "Nobody moves!" Before Frank and Jouri could finish, a group of thugs wearing blood-red ghost masks and with their hair dyed in a variety of colors, kicked open the cafe door. "Everyone, on your knees! Hand over all your money!" "No! It's The Ghosters!"

His voice was so cracked when he spoke. "It... it was a man named Alessandro," he blurted out. "He told us to look the other way when he came. He paid us very well, and said if we remained quiet, he would triple it, and he did. We had no idea it would go this far, we swear..." Luca’s lips curled, but it wasn’t a smile. It was ice. “Alessandro,” he repeated, standing slowly. His eyes flicked to the others. “Do you agree with him?”

JULIAN Can today get any worse? I had just spent ten gruesome hours closing the Fendale deal, attending meetings with investors and firing three incompetent staff today. Right now, all I just needed was a warm bath, maybe a good massage and importantly, sleep. But instead, I'm standing side by side with a sex-starved adult female— awaiting feedback from the management of Caldera Suites. “I'm sorry sir, but it seems like your room was double-booked,” the petite receptionist explained respectfully. “We deeply apologize for the inconvenience. I suggest you—"

The two men stood up and rushed to Daniel's window, looking down the couldn't see anything. Crash! It was the darn sound again and even louder this time. Rose rushed through the door with panic written all over her face. "What is that noise Rose?" Daniel asked her immediately acknowledging her entrance. "Sir, it's Red." Daniel, Dane and Rose raced out of the office building like escapees from a psychiatric ward. "Well, if it's Red. Thank God it's the camry she bashed." Daniel said. Their race continued to the garage. Right there the wall was broken and he saw his Ferrari next to the roadside, upside down with a very well known red head struggling to come out of it.

“By the time he realizes it, the steel will already be in circulation. Mercenaries don’t wait for politics.” Outside the container, a few merchants hovered near their assigned crates, sipping water and chatting idly. The silence shattered when a harsh voice yelled— “DOWN ON THE GROUND!” Gunfire erupted before the sound even registered. Chaos exploded across the dock as Cassiel’s guards stormed the area, their weapons drawn and eyes cold. Enzo led the charge, two men flanking him, each firing calculated shots. Three of the merchants dropped immediately, blood pooling under their still bodies. “Shit!” Thomas pulled a gun from his waistband, but a guard tackled him before he could aim.

smoothly, he flipped the bracelet again between his fingers. “I've been in this game long before you were born,” he said, calm but deadly.” And you know the rule, right?” I swallowed hard, anger flaring despite the fear curling in my stomach. “I do,” I replied obediently. “What's stolen cannot be claimed.” “Good girl," he said, clicking his tongue, a soft, mocking sound, then tossed the bracelet out the window. I froze, my chest tightening, a storm of disbelief and fury crashing through me.