City Of Thieves Novels & Stories

The treasure house of the City Lord's Mansion had been robbed, and the bandit had left his name -- Liu Tianhe. Actually, Liu Tianhe had already sacked two cities before the robbery. He killed all the experts of the City Lord's Mansions and plundered their treasure houses. No treasures were left behind. Having received the news, the nearby cities stayed alert. At this time, Chu Xun was standing in front of a city. Looking at the plaque above him, he laughed wildly and said, "Heavenly Thunder City, I'm here." Being a bad person made him feel more comfortable than being a good person did. He could kill people and rob the cities as he pleased.

The man was unlucky, when he fell in, he landed shoulder first, the sharp trap was deeply sunk into his shoulder blades and chest, he should have tried to break away from the trap, but it ended up tearing the wound even worse, blood flowing out. The wet dirt mixed with the smell of rust, solidified into a deep black color together with the blood. Mu Zi only looked at it and stopped looking. "He didn't bring a gun, only a dagger in his hand, he shouldn't be here to assassinate you." Mu Zi said. "It's a thief." Murong Cheng said faintly, "There are many gamblers around the Xianghai City area, who lost everything and are not willing to leave, so they stay here to become thieves."

And the city — seven frequencies, full chord, the warmth of a place that knows itself and its Warden and the formation that holds it — hums at the walls. Beyond the city's edge, the territory breathes. At the territory's boundary, the guardian holds. And further out than any map the cartographer made — in a city called Vareth where an architect has been staying without knowing why and a woman named Thessaly is somewhere in the wrong register and the pack has been pressing its authority into something it does not understand — Something shifts. The faintest frequency change. The specific quality of a city that has been without its orienting point for a very long time, beginning — barely, tenta

Lorenzo, one of his most trusted lieutenants, clenched his jaw. “Seven dead. Three critical. One still unaccounted for.” Antonio’s fingers drummed idly against the table, his cold eyes scanning the room. No one spoke. The tension in the air was suffocating. “Gather our men.” His voice remained calm, but the underlying rage was palpable. “They think they can take our city? Let’s show them who it really belongs to.” The Silver Thorn Mafia moved out swiftly. Blacked-out SUVs and armored vehicles tore through the Bronx like shadows hunting prey. As soon as they arrived—

I did as I was told, and I think in their gentleman’s they brought something to cover me. “Once again we ask, who you are?” they questioned, their voices holding power. “Noella Cindy James, banned from the shadow pack, forced to run rogue,” I said capturing their attention. “Okay then, welcome to the unwanted city.” They said welcoming me. “Unwanted?” I questioned. “Yes the unwanted city, under the rue of king of rogues Edmond, this is a city for rogues, hidden in the depths of the forest.” The one guard stated. “So what do I do here?” I asked. They chuckled at my statement.

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at

VIKTOR’S POV The city of thieves was just as the name implied. Perhaps even worse. It was a pit of soot and sin, a bustling maze of misery and crime. Tonight, the rain attempted to wash it clean, but failed woefully. I walked the cobblestone streets near the docks, the collar of my greatcoat turned up against the bitter bite of the wind. The humans walked pass me, huddled under their umbrellas, some of them oblivious to the predator walking among them, while others threw panicked glances at me before hurrying across the other side of the street.

They are all happy but it was not still enough however they are not the only group who are stealing as they are all in one big group to survive in this city. In short, they are those that you called thugs, the young thugs. Thugs are everywhere in the city causing troubles and problems for others. But the people can't do anything as they are always getting away even with polices chasing them. You can tell that they are all experienced as they are all perfectly synch to their groups like fishes swimming in groups to avoid predators. "Let's go meet at the meeting!" "Aight." It was still noon that day and they are already planning to meet up with their other groups.

It turns out the night’s shadowy cover obscured the sprawling metropolis’s worst blemishes, rather than exaggerating them. The rogues and criminals who lurked in the maze of underground passageways beneath the city only multiplied in the cold morning air, terrorizing the impoverished inhabitants of the Calypso pack’s capital. Packs of hungry orphans form bands of pickpockets roaming the filthy tunnels, and the scent of fear fills the air wherever I turn.

The diamond slipped from my pocket and skidded across the polished floor. No. No, no, no A hand reached down and picked it up before I could. Slowly… I looked up. And for the first time that night I felt something close to fear. He was tall. Composed. Dangerous in a way that didn’t need to be loud. His dark eyes locked onto mine like he already knew everything. A slow smirk curved his lips. “I had a feeling you’d show up,” he said calmly. “ The notorious jewel thief.” My stomach dropped.