Pokemon Thieves Novels & Stories

He remembered what he came here for—to win. Three warriors, who survived the competition, stood in the middle of the stage. Along with them were three grand knights and one grand mage. One of them was Grand Knight Tera. Arth took a short glance at the grand mage, dressed on a white cloak with a ruby gem on his chest. He already looked old on his wrinkled face and silver hair. Arth’s eyes shifted to the tall warrior… or the thief he could say… who had stolen his cores. The warrior avoided his gaze and glanced around the arena instead. If only Arth’s left arm had not been injured, he could’ve given this damn thief a piece of him.

Devon POV: I stared emotionlessly at the boy who gave me a sleepless night. I was more surprised, hearing this bastard of a man saying he was trading his son to pay his debt. Although, this was what I wanted to achieve, but seeing that he really did it in the blink of an eye got me so pissed that I was willing to snap his neck. I glared at him and turned my focus to his son, whose eyes stared wide-eyed at his crap of a father. I felt a string of pity for him as I watched him. He looked so fragile that he could break if touched.

♤Ven♤ People say I'm a human. But they don't know blood doesn't flow in my veins. If there's something, that's poison. I'm a poison damsel, I'm an immortal. My birth was cursed and death was craved. My breath can make anyone struggle for air, my one scratch can kill, my eyes can hypnotise and my smile can seduce. Yeah, I'm a human. A human, made of poison. ◇Aragon◇

Daxon felt her presence as soon as she stopped outside of the chamber but still didn't chose to approach her and wanted her to approach him first. She noticed he was playing chess alone while moving the pawns from the both of the sides. She didn't decided to interrupt him and keep looking at his conspiracy. She was looking at him carefully and in few minutes he killed all the pawns, knights, rooks and bishop of his opponent. He was playing like he knows how will his opponent play and he was playing the whole game without any cheating. Now there was only king and queen left and as per the rules she thought he wants to kill the queen first to reach the king but her eyes widened when she saw he

he threatened. Lily smirked at him again. “No you won’t! Theft in a crime lab is bad enough, but killing everyone? That’d be beyond stupid. You’d bring down so much attention on this town. There’d be no way you’d be able to prevent them from discovering what you are.” “Unless I make it look like some junkie or gang hit,” the thief said, taking out a Glock 45. He waved it around as if saying, See what I’ve got.

I nodded stiffly, still buzzing from the feeling of his lips on my skin and wanting more. He sent a cheeky smirk my way before grabbing my hand in his and pulling me in the direction of his territory. We held hands as we walked back to his territory through unclaimed land, where rogues were free to roam. Rogues are wolves that have either left their pack or been kicked out. They were ruthless, soulless werewolves who don't care about rules or authority. When we finally made it to Dark Apollo's territory, Bryan's Beta Andrew met us by the border. He welcomed me back, before telling Bryan about something to do with the pack business.

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at

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.

Honor of the Thieves, he would tell me. I didn’t regret, never in my life, not once about what I had done. It was my survival, and this was a cold, cruel place to live alone as a girl, without a dragon — I was only fourteen when my father left and my dragon came to me four years later—with a little brother, and I had to lie and cheat and trick to survive. And I survived. But now, I had to do what was necessary, not just for myself, but for my mate, too and for what was his, his realm, and I would do it.

She gives him a brief smile and then her and the children quickly make their way down the road. This is the type of trick that we learn in the Thieve's Guild. It is a way to exchange information without anybody realizing that that is what you are doing. The woman is most likely being blackmailed by the man to get him the information that he needs. She is likely just trying to survive while raising her kids.