Pokemon Thieves Novels & Stories

the Shadow warned. "No!" I was crying now, the hot tears of a woman who realized she’d sold her soul for a counterfeit coin. "I’m done being your puppet. You think I’m just a girl from the church with no brain? I have the logs. I have the recordings from our calls, messages and meetings. I know about the kickbacks for the school contract. I know you want Josh to safeguard the reputation of the VC. If I’m going down, if I’m 'incompetent,' then I’m taking your loom of trouble with me!" "You are crossing a line that doesn't have a return path," the Shadow said, the voice dropping to a terrifying, quiet register. "Consider the battle line drawn. From this moment on, you are no longer a tool or a

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

With was more than the bastard deserved but she had so much of her own shit to deal with. She found allies in the most unexpected places, Rosalie Moretti, gave her an in she didn’t know she needed. Roman Moretti was looking for Nightshade yet he slept beside her every night. It was almost comical. she’d found a friend in Rosalie. They formed a deadly alliance. A world renowned Blackhat hacker and a poisons' expert friends. Who would have thought. They were a deadly combination. Rosalie has been lying dead over the last two months, she’s finally come back to play and now that she’s formed a bond with Rosalie, Charlotte planned to keep that friendship until the day she got her revenge and took

I sighed and leaned back and heard something click behind me. Quickly sitting upright, I turned to see what had made the sound and realized that the fake pillow had moved! Another click echoed through the room and this time a compartment opened in the armrest of the enormous cement throne. I took a peek and inside there was a book. An ancient book by the looks of things. I looked at Freya with wide eyes and then looked at the book again.

Banging noises came from outside my walls and my brows quirked in confusion. I lived alone. Quickly, I stood, careful not to make a sound. I grabbed the gun I had illegally purchased after I noticed that I was being followed (twice). Flipping it out of the safety lock, I gripped the butt tightly, hiding it behind my back as I opened the door gently. The noise came again, the clacks and bangs of pots and pans sounding through the house. This thief obviously didn't go to stealing school. Cus what in the hell of unstealthiness was this noise?

"I'll let you know when I have things figured out." "If he hurts you, call me, understand?" Reno whispered. I nodded. "Nice to see you Hobbs." "You too Reno." Hobbs was attempting to sound angry and tough, but I knew he was warming up to Reno. "You are playing a dangerous game, Jovie." Hobbs informed me. "I know." I replied. "But that boy out there is the first person to steal something from me that I can't get back." "What did he take?" "My heart. And now it's his forever."

Summoning every ounce of strength left, I jumped on and tore off toward our hideout. I slammed the door shut behind me and crumpled to the floor, breathless. Blood oozed from my arm, but I had no time for that then. I opened my hand to reveal the prize: a pink diamond, glinting with an otherworldly glow. "It's here. Now talk," I said. Old Fox, ever the cool customer, took the diamond, inspected it briefly in the light, and then pulled out a sealed dossier from his desk. "Everything you need to know about your guy is right here."

"Once you're feeling better, I'll explain everything." I closed my eyes, inhaling the familiar scent of jasmine that filled the air. It used to be sandalwood. Maybe explanations weren't necessary anymore. The crimes of the Chandlers, Scotts, and Mauruses were exposed all at once, with irrefutable evidence. Much like the Labarres of the past, they vanished overnight. Zach's methods were ruthless, with no mercy. I spent a few days hiding at home while Zach waited outside. The house staff had all been sent away, and the fridge was nearly empty.

Genevieve tried saying but her voice trailed off “Sighs… you really didn’t notice, the Hunter god actually gave you three gifts but it seems you all were ignorant.” Sword-saint Predator said with a sigh “Really???” Marcus asked in excitement and stars seemed to appear in his eyes “Yes, first he gave you the legendary twelve rune talent, with such talent becoming the most powerful Hunter is not impossible, then he gave you the gift of life, without it you would have died already as several people were already envious of your talents and would have killed you instantly if you were given any other gift and lastly you have me as your grandpa.” Sword-saint Predator said in a profound manner and b

Without pausing, he delivered a forceful kick, causing the guard to stumble and collapse onto his unconscious comrade. Returning his blade to its sheath, Anom glanced towards the camp before pivoting and sprinting toward the entrance of the ruins. Moments later, the sound of footsteps echoed as the vice leader and two additional guards arrived, alerted by the commotion and giving chase without hesitation. … Anom approached the entrance with caution, his experience as a seasoned thief urging him to exercise prudence. Having encountered various ruins during his travels, he understood the perils that lay within. Ancient civilizations often devised intricate traps that posed challenges even to m