Excalibur Stolen Novels & Stories

With a sharp click, the lock gave way. He pulled out a thick stack of legal documents. The header, embossed in gold, mocked him: FALCON ENTERPRISES – ASSET TRANSFER & TITLE DEED. Rahim ran his thumb over the blank signature line at the bottom. This was it. This was the piece of paper that would officially turn him from a caretaker into the undisputed King of the Falcon Empire. For sixteen years, he had lived in the shadow of his dead brother’s legacy, pretending to be the "kind uncle" while feeding off the scraps of a fortune that should have been his.

The smile on my face grew colder. Three days after the stream ended, things began to shift. Quietly. Then, all at once. The first to fall was Tyson. Early Monday morning, a piece of news spread through every class group chat like a virus. Tyson had both his legs broken. He was in the hospital. Rumor had it that the bag of 30,000 dollars he found was not lost property at all. It belonged to a local underground banker, someone known for being ruthless. He had dropped it during a rushed deal.

“Jesus, Belle. You okay? I saw them outside.” Annabelle’s pulse pounded in her ears. “They knew my name, Sofia. My real name.” Sofia came around the counter fast, grabbing her shoulders. “Hey, breathe. What the hell is going on?” Annabelle reached into her bag and pulled out a folded newspaper someone had shoved into her hands earlier. Her picture was on the front page: THE HIDDEN HEIRESS OF BLACKTHORNE EMPIRE. The subheading read: From Barista to Billion-Dollar Bloodline.

The implications are staggering. Rhea is not just a runaway Luna. If this is true, she is a hidden princess, the last of a legendary bloodline, with a generations-old vendetta hunting her. A sharp knock on the study door makes all of us jump. “Enter,” I call out, my voice rough. A junior gamma, a young wolf named Peter, enters the room. He holds a cell phone in his hand, its screen shattered in one corner. “Alpha, we recovered this from your wrecked car at the scene of the attack when you were returning from Blue Moon Pack,” he explains, holding out what I recognize as Roxy’s phone. “It was under the seat.”

"The monotonous drone. The strategic withdrawal. You used it for three years to make me think there was nothing behind your eyes. But I know better now. I know about the Prince of the Tundra. I know about the kidnapping. I know you aren't just a man who lost a company; you’re a man who lost a kingdom." "I lost nothing," he said, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a low, vibrating hum. "You can't lose what was stolen before you were old enough to hold a spoon. Caleb Knight was real enough. He went to school. He worked. He married a woman who looked at him like he was a piece of stationery." I flinched at the jab, but I didn't back down. Something else was gnawing at the back of my mind. A

“Check the entertainment pages.” I put him on speaker and opened my browser. The headlines loaded one after another like a series of small detonations. Adrian Cole Mystery Fiancée — Gold Digger or Cinderella? From Broken Engagement to Billionaire — The Calculated Rise of Lucy Vale. Lucy Vale a Gold Digger— Who Manipulated The CEO Into a Hasty Engagement After Her Failed Relationship. They uploaded everything. Raphael. The broken engagement. My father’s medical bills — reframed with surgical cruelty to paint a picture of desperation.

Every breath felt like inhaling crushed glass. ​Yet, my frozen fingers remained clamped tightly around the heavy, black velvet pouch tucked deep within my innermost tunic pocket. It didn't just contain the Starlight Quicksilver Jace had stolen. During my desperate flight through the Western palace, I had taken an even greater risk, infiltrating my father's private sanctuary to steal Supreme Alpha Richard’s personal royal crest stone—a jagged, obsidian relic pulsing with an eerie, hidden warmth.

Theron kept his word. In just one day, every nymph who ever bullied me was banished to the mortal realm. I stood before the water mirror in the Royal Vault. The scars on my face were almost gone, healed by the spring and Theron's relentless lightning. Only a faint mark remained, giving me a fragile, seductive charm. Around my neck, the "Star-Tear Diamond" shone brightly. Theron put it on me himself yesterday. It was absolutely priceless.

I smirked, not looking up. “It’s how Lana’s alley stunt got exposed. Trust me, Grandpa.” Max chuckled, but Gideon just growled, his alpha pride bristling. The hack pinged—a hit. My heart raced as I dug into Bloodclaw’s encrypted messages. “Got something,” I said, voice tight. A file mentioned a shard theft, years back, during Gideon’s early reign. “They stole it from our vault,” I said, shock lacing my words. Max’s jaw dropped. “That’s before your time, Vera. How did they get in?”

’ Ashton asked, frowning as he approached Ryan and Cassian. ‘Something’s been stolen,’ Cassian said, his own expression tense. ‘One of the exhibition pieces is missing—the red ruby, the most valuable one. It’s estimated to be worth at least a billion,’ Ryan explained. ‘Missing? How?’ Ashton asked. ‘That’s the host over there, the owner of the ruby,’ Ryan said quietly. A tuxedoed man approached with two bodyguards, his face grim. ‘I’m sorry, Miss, but could you please open your bag for inspection? Someone has reported seeing you take our property,’ the assistant beside the tuxedoed man said to me with a tone of forced politeness.