Pokemon Thieves Novels & Stories

Leon exhaled a sigh of relief. Leon had a difficult time eliminating the Scarlet Thief. Though he outweighed the Scarlet Thief in overall strength, it wasn't by much. The Scarlet Thief was an Intermediate Almighty State martial artist with a black-class martial technique. On top of that, he was known as one of the most cunning criminals on the list. The Dragon Corps' southern region branch had been pursuing the Scarlet Thief for years and had failed miserably in bringing him to justice. That was enough to demonstrate the Scarlet Thief's strength.

Curses be damned, because I would not—could not—be tied to this reckless, mouthy creature who knew nothing of silence, of obedience. My fingers tightened around his throat, feeling the way he swallowed beneath my grip. Fragile. Breakable. A whore playing at defiance. I leaned in, my breath a whisper against his lips. “Not only are you a thief, but you’re a whore too.” His hands, still braced against my thighs, pressed flat, trembling even though he tried to hide it. I let my claws lengthen, the sharp tips biting into his flesh, drawing thin lines of blood that dripped onto the stone floor. A warning. A promise.

**ARES POV** It was wrong of me to have so many expectations, especially for a thief. Once a thief, always a thief. And worse of all, I had chosen to marry this woman, hoping that I would get to keep the company that belonged to my late wife, but Sierra was just here to take away everything that belonged to me. She convinced me that she was a good person, and I thought she cared about me and my daughter. If all this was just a game to her, why did she even bother to bond with my mother?

[Skill Generated: Pickpocket] Skill: Pickpocket Skill Level: 1/5 Rank: C (A at max skill level) Cost: 1-5 MP Skill Creator/Generator: Player Kirou Description: This is an alternate version of the skill [Steal] from the Thief class that was self-learned by Player Kirou. This skill allows the player to take something from a targets' body or inventory. The item taken can be anything on the target excluding quest items and the rarity or amount depends on the skill level, target level in comparison to the skill user, and the amount of time the skill user's hand is on the target's body. Luck also plays a part in deciding the item taken.

"Why didn't he?" Gideon’s smile broadened slightly, turning mysterious. "Because a wolf cannot command his mate's spirit, Noah. He can only protect it." Before Noah could demand a full explanation of that absurd statement, Gideon dipped his head politely. "There are clean clothes in the wardrobe. The fire is ready to light. Sleep well, botanist. Tomorrow, the pack will want to know who you are." Gideon pulled the door shut, leaving Noah alone in the quiet, firelit room.

“I saw her following me.” “See?” Sheels jumped and gave Hera a pat on the shoulder. “In theory, you could do so much more on your ability than just stealing a body. You can either copy their techniques, own their memories, and, most especially, be who they are. If I’m not mistaken, that is called Side-Thieving.” “What?” Sheels merely smiled. “And that’s what we’re going to work for this week, so,” she paused to ruffle Hera’s hair, “try to smarten up a bit. I don’t tolerate stupidity.”

"I was just… concerned about you." Oliver switched to his wounded puppy expression with blue eyes that glistened with tears. "I was afraid you'd get scammed." "Oh, please." I snorted, picked up my phone, and unlocked it right in front of him. Ignoring Sean's message, I tapped on the Amazon shopping app. "Since you said that your money is mine, I need to test that claim." I quickly typed "outdoor dance speaker" into the search bar and picked the model with the highest wattage and flashing rainbow lights. After placing the order, I set the shipping address to this estate.

I nearly also mention that I’ve cheated death many times in the last couple of months but I stop myself. *Yeah really. Maybe we actually live on Mars,* Crush says, cocking his head to the side. We both sit frozen watching everything that comes out. There is money of course, sacks of jewels. Hannah even recognizes several pieces as ones she’d personally stolen and it was a big shock to find that Isaac hadn’t sold them. Why were they hanging onto things for years? Tyler, one of the warriors, sets down a bundle in front of us. There’s a tag on it that reads, “Harrison.”

His pants and boxers joined the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor. For a moment, we stood there, drinking each other in or unsure if we should take this route. My heart began beating so hard, I wouldn't have been surprised if he was able to hear it. His hands reached my body, relearning every curve. "Wait," I gasped, pulling back. "Protection?" He groaned, forehead resting against mine. "Right. Yes. Of course." He set me down gently, fumbling with his wallet. I watched, heart racing, as he pulled out a small foil packet.

And since all the other littles are hiding away from me, I get to play with Roman. "You're cheating," I tell Roman seeing him pushing the fish to close it's mouth using his hand, that wasn't fair. "Nope, I'm winning," Roman says, he wasn't winning, he's a cheater. "As we're playing with our games, I want you to ignore everything else, you have no worries in the world, it's just you and the game, and the doms we have in the room," she adds finally and I had my doubts that she's meaning me as well.