Little Thieves Book 3 Novels & Stories

“It’s a thief we need.” Tawny’s sweet voice comes over the monitor and moves closer to the screen, her yellow eyes pinned on Lyric. “Once upon a long time ago, many, many moons before now, The doorways to the realm of the gods were sealed by four powerful gods and goddesses. They created four stones, one per each god’s magic. These stones not only sealed the doorway, but they also became the key to reopening it. We recently discovered a book with an explanation, a doorway, and some other papers.” She casts Crimson a sideways glance and he shrinks in his seat. “And that’s what I stole? One of these four stones?” Lyric asks.

“A tale tells of local pirates coming over from time to time, out on this side of the sea” The voice of Makai, broke out, earning the chuckles from the number of sight-seers, who seemed to be enjoying their time, meanwhile here I was, sat lone with an aching heart, yearning to know if the man I loved was alright. “That can’t be true!” A little girl squealed, the sound of her chuckles pouring out, but her utterance was returned with a light squeeze from the lady beside her. “Oh, believe me. It is!” Followed Makai. “They go around hunting for little ones to get aboard their ships” He pinched her cheeks, earning a low laugh from her.

Valentina held her breath, pulse pounding against her throat, the ledger heavy in her hand. The shadow didn’t move. The shadow loomed just beyond the stall door. A pair of shoes—black leather, scuffed at the toes—angled toward her. Valentina’s breath snagged in her chest. Her fingers tightened on the ledger, her red nails biting into the leather. A soft rattle at the lock. Her pulse thundered. The handle jiggled harder this time, the lock straining against the force. Then— A muffled grunt. A scuffle, quick and low. The sound of air being driven from lungs, the faint scrape of leather on tile.

Strings to pull, pieces to move, pawns to sacrifice. And dear beautiful, easily manipulated Miles. The prize at the center of this maze. The crown I have coveted since childhood. He was always meant to be mine, would have been, if not for Rhea and her innocent eyes, her earnest heart, and her maddening ability to draw people to her without even trying. My eyes catch his finger twitch. Just once, so faintly I almost miss it. My mouth goes dry, and I sit up straighter.

The second piece was just the same as the first, but adding more detail and background after they viewed their mistakes in the first. "Taking both of these." Ren rolled them up. "I take it as an illustration of your old home?" Two gave him a sad nod. "Hmm, ok. Come along now." Ren pulled the book to him and started to read as they walked. They made it out of the courtyard when Zero and Three ran up. "Can we come as well, Master?" Zero asked. Three just looked on excitied.

“It took me a while to convince Lance that it was poison and not just a reaction to this really bad tea that his mother forced on me because they searched the kitchen and found nothing suspicious. No one suspected the bath salts.” She leaned forward. “How did you find out that it was the salts?” “She basically let the cat out of the bag by eluding to it at a dinner party,” I said. “Since her family also belongs to this secret magical society, it didn’t take much to figure it out.” “Always the investigator,” she said with a grin of pride. “And thankful for it or I doubt I’d be here,” I insisted. The sound of footsteps in the hall caught our attention. We froze and looked at each other, qu

These criminals could do their worst. “Punish you?” His eyes lit with a yellowish gleam. “At this point, that would be my pleasure. Get up. Now.” “I already told you no. Now, fuck off.” I moved to continue reading the book. In the next second, Lysander was on me. He scooped me up and tossed me over his shoulder, pinning my legs to his chest. I shrieked and pummeled his back. “Put me down, you asshole!”

Emma later went upstairs to her brother's room. James' room was filled with things that he had insisted on carrying from Mina's place. He adores his things and wishes to take them with him wherever he goes. Emma faked a gasp seeing the room. On the bed, the blankets were covered by plushies and coloring books while color packs were laid on the nightstand unevenly. Mina had spoiled him a lot. Emma began to organize her brother's belongings. She placed the plushies on the bed, and neatly stacked the coloring books and packs on the nightstand. When she finished, she stood back and felt a warm wave of nostalgia wash over her.

That night, I pretended to be asleep. Cecilia crept over to my bed and quietly took the teddy bear. I narrowed my eyes just enough to watch. She tore it open, pulled out the triangular paper inside, and frowned in confusion when she looked at it. Then, she stuffed everything back in, stitched the bear up again, and returned it to me. I almost laughed. The changes the occult practitioner made were incredibly subtle. There was no way she could notice them. However, Cecilia's disaster was not over.

Just as they were about to pounce, the thief suddenly straightened up and turned around, his eyes wide with fear as he spotted the two formidable wolves closing in on him. "Please, don't hurt me!" he pleaded, his voice trembling. Leori and Adonis exchanged glances, both seeing the fear in the thief's eyes. They could sense that he was desperate and possibly driven to stealing out of necessity. "We don't want to hurt you," Leori said in a calm voice. "But you must understand that you've trespassed into our territory. We cannot allow that."