Castle Crashers Thieves Novels & Stories

The wolves that had been exiled were attacking and our babies were still out in the forest! We might have had peace most of the time over the past couple of years, but since those wolves were exiled, they turned rogue and every once in a while, they attacked the castle. It was as if their memories brought them here and they didn’t know any better. I was about to run to the gate when I heard Fynn’s howl coming from the other side. He opened his memories to me so I could see the fight on the other side. Thankfully, there were just a couple of rogues. Fynn and the wall guard took care of them quicker than I anticipated and they were all back on our side of the wall before I could even get invol

" The thugs behind Damon were shouting threats. Caspian's face darkened. This bald man must be their leader. One look at them, and he could see that they weren't ordinary men. They had done this before. Ruffians like these didn't bother Caspian at all. He could just crush them like bugs. "Is this that friend of yours who was poisoned to death?" Caspian walked toward the stretcher. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Stop him!" Damon shouted. He panicked when he saw Caspian walk over to the stretcher.

I started, but the center one shoved Diego aside. "And I’m Victor Castillo Jr." He grabbed my hand, his grip surprisingly firm. "Call me Victor." He winked, his eyes trailing down my torso. "Or call me whenever you're lonely." I ripped my hand back, and the third guy—the one whose name I didn't know—smacked Victor upside the head. "Knock it off. We came here to play the enforcers. You weren't supposed to hit on the mark. Remember?" "Right, right," Victor muttered, though he sighed as he looked me over again. "But that was before I saw the merchandise. Seriously, Cass," he said, nudging Cass with his shoulder. "Nice catch. Please tell me he isn't tragically straight."

The Castellano club pulsed with defiance, its neon lights a beacon in the city’s restless night. Kai Castellano stood at the entrance, his black jacket unzipped, his icy blue eyes scanning for Order of Cinders operatives. The safe house confrontation with Alessio had hardened their resolve, his betrayal a wound, but Gianna’s mercy and their rooftop vow fueled Kai’s fight. Their empire—Castellanos and La Rosa Nera—stood firm, but Viktor Crane’s global network threatened to seize the underworld. Kai’s jaw clenched, their shared tears, Gianna’s fierce heart, a flame that burned through the city’s chaos.

Even the door to Jeffrey's own office had been tampered with. No one knew for sure what exactly had been stolen. Jeffrey was livid, immediately demanding a comprehensive review of the security tapes. To his astonishment, the team responsible for the surveillance hesitated, their voices faltering as they confessed, "A recent thunderstorm knocked out the system—the lightning fried the wiring, and now all our security cameras are offline." It turned out the cameras were merely decorative. No one could believe it; a theft occurred precisely when the system was down, sending shockwaves throughout the company.

“The night is young, and my head is currently being used as a structural drum for a construction crew. Can we do this later?” “We do this now,” Theresa Nalila snaps. There is no warmth in her tone, only the weight of the Crimson Dragons’ legacy. “The Castellanos are breathing down my neck about the New York shipments. They think you’re too busy playing host to notice the leak in our finances.”

I said, spreading the vault map on the bed. “Here, here, here, here,and here” I marked out the camera point with an x sign on the map. “So to get in without being caught by the camera I need to operate with a cloak and make sure I pass through here and here”I said and marked those points too. “The only thing left right now is the fingerprint lock”. Only Raymond can open the vault. So stealing the diamond means i need Raymond’s fingerprint. “I can't simply break into the vault. I need to get close enough to Raymond to use his fingerprint”

Either way, they needed to learn a lesson. We crept forward, keeping low as we maneuvered around the wagons. Their stolen bounty sat in neat piles, and I spotted a familiar emblem burned into the crates. Midnight Pack’s mark. These were ours. The thieves were speaking in hushed voices, but the wind carried fragments of their conversation. “—said the buyers would meet us at the next ridge.” “Not if those wolves catch us first. You heard what happened to the others.” “That was a fluke. This pack is soft.”

CASSIAN The whiskey burns my throat, but it's not enough to dull the rage. Three million. The number flashes through my mind like a neon sign as I stare out at Chicago's skyline from my office. Lucas clears his throat behind me. "I’ve found who has been stealing from you. You're not going to like this, boss." "When do I ever?" The ice clinks against my glass. "Just tell me who's been bleeding my accounts dry." "Silas Herrera

”We’re here,” Elvis said and pulled the car up outside a hotel. We got out, fixed our clothes, and looked around for the rest of the crew. A car drove up next to us and out hoped Parker, Dino, and Jasper. ”So, everyone knows the drill?” Parker asked us while fixing his cuffs. ”I go on the streets, you guys take the stores.” I said and looked at him. It was always the same story. I went to the streets and the guys went into to the high-end stores. Usually, they came out with no more than a few hundred bucks while I held a fortune.