Crumbling Mid Air Thief Novels & Stories

Through the barrage, I watched it all unfold in real time. [Tristan lost everything he got from pawning the locket and bangle!] [He's on a losing streak—he'll never dig himself out of this hole!] [Now he's in debt to the casino for millions!] In the end, with no way to pay, the casino sold him to a scam compound in a foreign country called Melaynmere. With his legs crippled, Tristan was forced to use his hands to run phishing schemes. His very first target was me. "Honey, I've hit the jackpot! Let me buy you a ticket. Come join me, and we can live in luxury together!"

Vane flicked a stray droplet of rot-water from his knee, his mechanical limb clicking with a rhythmic, maddening persistence. He peered at Aiden through eyes clouded by decades of tactical failures and cheap spirits. "You’ll just shatter, boy. One good strike to the chest and you’ll fall apart like a winter-weakened branch. Is that the end you envisioned when you stole the brat from the High Cradle?"

The gem must be in there. I can't let him escape. But how? Keeping my movements silent, I snatch a heavy stone from the ground outside the patio. As the thief reaches the top of the wall, I hurl the stone with precision. It sails through the air, a dark projectile against the pale moonlight. The sudden noise startles the thief, and he glances down in the split second before the stone connects with a sickening thud. It catches him square on the shoulder, sending him sprawling back against the wall with a yelp of pain. The ladder topples over with a clatter, and the thief tumbles onto the hard ground, the canvas bag landing with a muffled thump beside him.

I get her to her room, then make sure her maids are there to help her before I leave. My things have been moved to a different part of the castle since my bedroom was demolished. However, tonight, I walk into the room that used to be mine and I stare at the crumbled remains. My father must have been standing across from the egg. The only logical explanation is that the thief entered my bedroom to get the egg and my father confronted him. The thief has to be a rider, a silver rider, since it was a silver who destroyed my bedroom. Perhaps the rider called out to their dragon, knowing they’d been caught and the dragon destroyed the room to save them.

Bima gave no room for doubt. "Jump!" he yelled, his voice rasping through the electric hum of the air. He pulled Lia and Riska, slamming his feet against the edge of the melting concrete crevice. The world before their eyes looked like a burning painting. Golden binary flames licked the air, releasing the suffocating scent of ozone. Just as they were suspended in mid-air, a giant mechanical hand slammed into the floor behind them, turning the underground passage into a pile of rubble in an instant.

The crimson light beneath us shattered like thin glass under an iron mallet, snapping into brilliant, blinding fragments of white limestone fury that swallowed the chamber whole. "Push it out, Alistair!" Cormac roared over the deafening din of the collaps ing tether. "Break the threshold!"

Adrian's mind raced, calculating the safest path to guide his comrades and ensure their survival. As they neared what they hoped was a safe exit, the ground beneath them rumbled, and a deafening roar filled the air. The building quivered, walls crumbled, and chaos erupted. The once-secure stronghold was now a crumbling deathtrap. Adrian's heart pounded in his chest as he sprinted, his every instinct screaming for him to reach safety. But just as he glimpsed a glimmer of hope, a massive section of the ceiling collapsed before him, blocking their path. Trapped and surrounded by cascading debris, he could only watch in horror as the exit vanished before his eyes.

Kris followed soon after, smiling and blowing me a kiss as she often did when we were little. I extended a shaking hand to catch and keep them with me, but I touched emptiness where they were moments before. They left me there, alone and trembling from agony. I tried to get back up, but I noticed small, spidery lines appearing under my weight. At first, they were barely noticeable, but as I kept trying to pull myself up, they seemed to grow and spread in all directions on the lighted road. I stopped, wondering what was happening, but before I could make another move, the road started to crack. The sound was like shattering glass and echoed through the night. I looked down to see the ground b

Hopefully, by morning the sky would be light and he would be back to rights. A squeal penetrated the buzzing in his ears, shocking him into motion. Gair dropped to his belly and slid across the ground to look over the cliff and waiting for a flash of lightning to show him what was below. When it came, he felt his stomach drop. The slope he had just climbed up was crumbling away as the waves crashed against it. He had only just made it across in time. Lightening flashed again, this time so bright it was like daylight for a moment. How had the water risen so fast? It must have been crashing right on his heels. Or had he fallen asleep on the grass for a while? He looked back down at the crumbli

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.