Eternal Thief Novels & Stories

Just enough room existed for me to fly straight up and back down to get to my special items. I had a big stack of books I kept right next to my bed. Gera usually found them on the side of the road, sometimes left outside the door of the library, not properly tucked into the slots. Some of them were so old and battered the words were barely visible, but I kept them anyway. Beggars can't be choosers, as the humans say. I liked to think that one day I would bring back the books that were still nice enough for the library, and buy some of my own. I didn't want to be a thief even if Gera was technically responsible for the thefts.

The true murderers of his grandfather were still breathing, sitting comfortably in secured glass towers half a world away, believing they were entirely untouchable by a lone heir from the east. "If they want a war for the timeline, I will give them one," Ethan muttered, his fist tightening around the handle of the briefcase. "They think they can piece together my grandfather's mind by stealing his old servers. They don't realize that the final piece of the watch is standing right here."

A witch over two millennia old. Surely a creature that ancient, who had walked the earth since before empires rose and fell, would know a way to fix me. Finding her, however, had been a nightmare. Melissa Morange was a phantom. There were no records of her in the Association’s archives. But rumors were a powerful currency, and I’d bought enough of them to learn she was a frequent visitor of Club Eternal. As the name suggested, it was a playground for the immortals. Humans were allowed in, of course, but only as cattle, prey to be seduced, fed upon, and discarded.

Tell me, what exactly was the 'Eternal Blood' he was seeking twelve years ago? Silas took out his pipe and took a deep drag, the smoke filling the room. "That young man... he's ambitious. He seeks power to rival the gods. He thinks he's searching for an ancient elixir in the forbidden mountains." "Then what?" I said, fingers tightening beneath the tabletop. "That blood wasn't sought far away, Luna," Silas looked at me with a suddenly serious look. "It was stolen from far away. Using antennas that reach into the sky, using frequencies that tear through space and time."

THE HEIST QUEEN BOOK 7 Intro; For seven years, Nadia Laurent has been the world’s most elusive thief. Known only as The Heist Queen, she has stolen priceless artifacts, infiltrated the most secure estates in Europe, and vanished without a trace. To the world, she’s a criminal mastermind. In reality, every heist is part of a much larger mission to uncover the truth behind her father’s murder. She’s closer than ever to the answers when she crosses paths with Roman Vance, the relentless investigator who has spent years hunting her.

“As the chairman of Eternality, I would like to make a clear statement in response to Centennial Corporation’s threats. Eternality will never compromise or bow down to evil forces!” Thea declared loudly. Her words caused an uproar. At the same time, people were shocked by Centennial Corporation’s power.

"The event starts in five minutes. It's a 'Tower Defense' scenario. My favorite." Ren sat in the Guild Master’s throne at the head of the room. It felt comfortable. Too comfortable. "Brief me," Ren commanded. Jinx pulled up the quest data, projecting it into the air. QUEST: THE LIBRARY OF ETERNITY TYPE: Tower Defense / Horde Mode. OBJECTIVE: Protect the Ancient Data Core. ENEMIES: The Shadow-Weaver Cult. WAVES: 10. REWARD: 30,000 Gold (Split 3 ways).

Survival, I am learning, is sometimes just choosing not to open certain wounds. The air shifts. Reality tightens like a held breath. Eternal stands in the center of the hall. She does not arrive. She is simply there. Seventeen forever. Silver-and-black hair caught between states. Eyes mismatched and endless. “I have information,” she says. Her voice is layered—Tempest beneath something older. “The pain shared it while I held it suspended.” Every hammer in the hall stills. “Emptiness is not destroying what it consumes,” Eternal continues. “It is storing it. Compressing matter, memory, and concept into a pocket dimension outside conventional reality.”

he said, "not everything." Rowan frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" Alessio spoke from his chair near the fire, his voice low, almost reluctant. "Well, he is called the Eternal Thaumarch for a reason." The title hung in the air, heavy and ancient. Rowan looked at Edric—at the lined face, the silver hair, the hands that had seen centuries of work. "You knew," Rowan said slowly. "You knew what was happening. What would happen."

Know that trouble is ahead. I stared at the few words written in the article there, and I closed the book. I stared down at the title of the book. The Sixteen Guardian Wolves - Alexander Thorne Reya, Is this true? I asked my wolf. There was quiet for a few moments before I felt her stir.