Excalibur Stolen Novels & Stories

A nail in the coffin each was set with a scalpel. When the final page was dropped, Samuel and his empire were in shambles right before your eyes. His hands shook by his sides. The murderer of rivals, the tyrant of judges, he who had been ordering killings, shivered. You believe you could stroll in here and steal mine? His voice broke, rising. This house, this name, this power, it is Blackwood! Her eyes met his and Leya moved forward. “No. It was stolen. And now… it is returned.”

Bunker 038 had been a letdown, a so-called time machine that turned out to be a hollow set piece, possibly a distraction. But Bunker 039? This one was Samuel’s favorite. Because it had Excalibur. Or so he claimed. It lay in the center of the chamber, half-buried in sand, its hilt wrapped in aged leather. The blade itself glinted beneath the bunker lights, miraculously untouched by time. Samuel had found it first, and like a kid on Christmas, immediately declared ownership. "Do you even hear yourself?" Joy asked, watching him struggle to lift it. Her voice was flat, unimpressed.

"She was his mistress for eighteen months, helped him launder money through various charity foundations. Then she got greedy, skimmed half a million from one of his accounts, and disappeared." "And Kozlov doesn't forgive theft," Luca said grimly. "No," Matteo agreed. "He's been looking for her ever since. That's why she's been so careful about maintaining her false identity, why she moves in circles where Kozlov doesn't typically operate. She's been hiding in plain sight among wealthy socialites who would never associate with arms dealers." Luca processed this new information, its implications spreading like poison through his understanding of the situation. "So when I kidnapped Sienna..."

No matter the grievance or regret, 30 years had passed. "El, how about we start over? I'll pursue you all over again. I'll treat you like the princess you were born to be. You can name your price—just don't abandon me. Please. El, I promise I've realized my mistake." The guards had to use significant force to subdue Ivor. He was struggling frantically, looking utterly defeated. "Hey, what's going on?" It was then that Jeffrey rushed in. He was hoping to intervene but felt unqualified to speak.

“Nice to see you too, Elias. I thought it best to keep it in the family.” Elias turned to Gideon. “So, Marquis... you brought the only person in Terra Lucida I legally can’t shoot. Because if I do kill him, its treason.” He gave a bitter laugh. “Well played, Gideon. Honestly. It’s the most strategic thing you’ve ever done. Still stupid. But strategic.” Thaddeus’s breath hitched beside him. “Your Highness,” he whispered urgently, “you have to withdraw. This is a trap.”

Had my father hired this unknown pack to drag me back to the castle? I pounded my fists against the back of my captor, but he didn’t even acknowledge me as I thrashed against him. Instead, he turned his attention to the blond man, who asked, “Did you see the way Lukas Grimwood abandoned his pack? Wait until the Alpha King hears about this coward!” The purple-eyed shifter’s jaw tensed. “I didn’t get to kill him,” he muttered, his expression dark. “Remember the mission, Alec,” the blond haired man said.

She watched Caleb from the other end of the room, he looked so pale and lost. His negative experience that day had toyed with him in all possible ways; he was almost shot to death, and he had insisted on sharing the same hospital VIP room with his mother. Bianca and Stella take turns tending to him every day; the nightmares had intensified since the news had confirmed that the perpetrator of the kidnap, Diane Denver, was still at large.

A faint distortion crossed the screen. “You’ll burn everything to keep her.” Dominic didn’t respond. Because that part was true. The voice continued. “Good.” A pause. “Because I intend to make you.” The screen glitched. Then steadied. “You took her out of the auction.” That word again. Auction. “You disrupted years of planning.” Dominic’s gaze sharpened. “Then come fix it yourself.” A quiet laugh followed. “I will.” The screen flickered again. “And when I do…”

she said. I faltered backward as my heart palpitations increased. “What? I didn’t know going to the ball would be an issue.” “It wouldn’t have been. Whatever was stolen required the knowledge of the royal passkey, which is only known by the prince and the king. It wouldn’t have been stolen without inside information, and you are the only one close to the prince and also the king.” Everything she said sounded so vague, yet reasonable enough to pin me down for a crime I was only aware of today.

The betrayal had been a physical blow, but the words were worse. “You built a fortress, Anton, but you forgot to check the foundations. We’re not stealing from you. We’re claiming what’s ours. A little blackmail fund, rewritten with your own unhackable key. The world’s elites will pay anything to keep their secrets secret.” And then Sabatine had burst in, not as the accused traitor Anton had been warned about, but as a force of chaotic salvation. A brief, violent struggle. A shot that went wide, shattering a ten-thousand-dollar vase. Evelyn’s scream. And Sabatine’s hand, iron-strong, gripping Anton’s arm. “Now. Unless you want to be the billionaire found dead next to his own stolen tech.”