Crumbling Mid Air Thief Novels & Stories

The bastard crumpled forward, choking on a scream. "Stop wasting our time," Nevio muttered, shaking the blood off his knuckles. I sighed, standing to my full height and looking at the row of men before me. Thieves. Traitors who had dared to cross us, thinking we wouldn’t notice. Big mistake. "You see," I began, stepping over the one gasping on the floor. "I’m feeling generous tonight. You have two choices." I gestured between them. "Die quickly. Or die slowly." One of them—the one in the middle—jerked his chin up, defiance flickering in his bloodshot eyes. "You think you own everything, Cavarallo? You think you can just—"

Her bullet shattered the screen beside the detonator, shards flew, sparks burst, but it was too late. De Marco slammed his palm down, there was a deafening roar as the ground trembled and cracks began to split through the marble floor like veins of lightning beneath their feet as the foundation gave way with a monstrous groan. Massimo lunged for Talana, grabbed her wrist just as the world collapsed beneath them. “Massimo!” Her scream echoed through the falling dust and darkness as the floor vanished, and what followed was nothing but the sound of stone and fire. The fall wasn’t clean. It was violent, stone, steel cables, blistering heat and gravity conspiring all at once. Talana’s back slamm

I broke it. I ducked a blow that would’ve shattered my ribs and slammed a pipe into his left knee. Not enough to drop him, but enough to make him shift weight. I used that second to shove him back into a stack of crates. J yelled behind me. “Carl, left!” I twisted and narrowly avoided a shot from a second MiB coming down the ramp. Schnell grabbed a weapon from the wall, something magnetic and experimental, and fired a blue-white bolt that knocked the second MiB clean over the railing and down into the chasm.

A sound like cracking ribs filled the chamber. "No—" he muttered. He turned and sprinted toward the entrance. The floor beneath the altar gave way in a sudden roar, collapsing into a dark pit. Walls split and sent chunks of debris crashing. Dust exploded around him. Just as he reached the threshold, the stone arch overhead shattered. He ducked and dove through, landing hard on the snow outside. He rolled, coughing violently, chest heaving. When he looked back, the ruin was collapsing inward in a slow, spiraling implosion. It folded into the earth without fire, without ash—just silence and sinking.

I scream. The shard comes free. The spire collapses.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Beneath the Surface Vanessa tapped her long, polished nails on the wooden table of the quaint café she'd chosen for her meeting with Clara. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filtered through the air, mingling with the soft hum of murmurs around her. Clara was already running five minutes behind, but Vanessa wasn't bothered. It gave her time to strategize. This wasn’t just a casual catch-up—it was a carefully crafted move to uncover the truth about Noah and Stephanie.

And then there was the implosion. The wind was torn from their lungs. Walls crumpled in, then outward, a perverse folding that hurled waves of dust and fragments of stone crashing like a storm. Ignatius leapt over Krishna, covering her as the ground broke away underneath. When the light grew clearer, half the hall was erased devoured by a vast chasm that yawned into the empty space beneath the fortress. And in the center of that ruin stood Miyal, barely standing, his skin glowing faintly with threads of silver that now faded into ash. He was breathing barely but the light in his eyes had dimmed.

The sound of gravel crunching under tires replaced the smooth hum of asphalt, and my stomach twisted with dread. “Where are we?” I whispered, my voice shaking despite myself. No one answered. The car stopped. Doors opened and closed. My own door creaked open next, and before I could react, hands gripped my arms and pulled me out. “Let me go!” I shouted, twisting and kicking, but they didn’t loosen their grip. I stumbled over what felt like uneven ground, relying entirely on their hands to keep me from falling. The cool night air bit at my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I walked out and smiled again at the oblivious guard. When I got back to the room I went into the bathroom and opened the window. I stared at the oak tree, it resembled the tree of life, and gave me an escape from the building. I turned off my comm. I slid through the window and climbed branch by branch to the bottom. I moved quietly and crawled through the grass to the back of the little car. I snuck around the side, unlocking the door with the key and not the key fob. I crawled into the front seat and quickly started the vehicle. When I got to the gate a man asked me where I was going. I couldn't think. My head was spinning. "Where are you headed miss? I wasn't informed of you leaving the

I had never called a woman that, and even though she was one. She pulled her mask off and dropped it with a flourish. She was fūcking mocking me... I growled again, struggling against the metal cuffs. I tried to shift and break it, but the handcuffs were made of Styrodian, an unbreakable metal, and had some kind of herbs or magic in them which stopped the shifting. With a bow to me, the little thief disappeared into the night.