Royal Thieves Novels & Stories

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

I said, spreading the vault map on the bed. “Here, here, here, here,and here” I marked out the camera point with an x sign on the map. “So to get in without being caught by the camera I need to operate with a cloak and make sure I pass through here and here”I said and marked those points too. “The only thing left right now is the fingerprint lock”. Only Raymond can open the vault. So stealing the diamond means i need Raymond’s fingerprint. “I can't simply break into the vault. I need to get close enough to Raymond to use his fingerprint”

Siena yelled back. I was barely able to fix my seat, the blond prince at the center started stripping off. He threw his crown first, and then the royal military uniform came next. I covered my mouth with my hand to hold my laugh. The other two princes followed. It seemed that the blond was the heir prince. In one rough swift pulled from the two guys, the blond prince was only in his faux leather pouch T-back thong underwear. “Oh, my God!” I was startled in my seat.

He lowered his hand and let out a low, unsettling chuckle that sent shivers of revulsion down my spine. "That's right, brother. Let's focus on the prize first." Roy squatted again, leaning close enough for me to smell his foul breath, "Look, little thief. We can throw all this under the rug. I’m a nice guy. Just agree to William’s demands, and we'll forget you ever 'stole' the card. You and your brats will be taken care of. A few hours of cooperation now can save you years of misery in a cell. What do you say?”

"For the crimes of identity theft, subverting a royal decree, and compromising the sanctity of the royal lineage, you stand accused of high treason." Arden looked down at me, his eyes glittering with malice. "A grand performance, boy. You sat at our tables, accepted our hospitality, and let a prince bind himself to you, all while hiding what you truly are. What do you have to say for yourself?” Eilis stepped forward, his jaw clenched as he prepared to speak, but the heavy oak doors at the back of the chamber suddenly banged open. The sharp scuff of boots and the clanking of armor cut through the room. A squad of Royal Guards marched in, roughly dragging a group of prisoners behind them.

“It’s been a madhouse since Bennet…Prince Bennet crashed his racecar. Did you hear about that?” “Of course.” Even in America, it was big news when a member of a royal family almost died, especially if it was due to some daredevil sport like racing. “How is your patient?” “Maddening.” His cheerful tone belied his words. “He’s also managed to chase off the second physical therapist just this morning. That’s two in three weeks.” “Impressive.” When the Marine looked up, she gave him a smile before turning a slight bit more from him. “He sounds like a spoiled brat.”

After all, one of Roggan's old rules stated that thieves should never leave empty-handed! As the King of Thieves, he had undoubtedly stolen many things. Only after Archibald left did the Guild of Eternal Life members dare to return to their rooms.

"When I saw the thief that day, I remembered how Faz described the assassin that night. So I suddenly suspected her. I asked Aroh that we should follow the thief and it surprised us that she was heading to the royal graveyard. But she seemed to have noticed us so she kept walking to confuse us. Unfortunately, we didn't know we were led by her back to the forest of my old mansion. Unfortunately, we got trapped on an underground chamber at the forest. It took us a lot of time before we could get out. And when we finally got out, the warning signal was released at the royal graveyard. The distance was quite hard to travel especially that we have to go up the hill. When we arrived there, there

“What’s the important thing that couldn’t wait?” “The queen’s doppelganger,” he said. “She wrote a letter. She sent one.” My heart skipped. “Ten thousand gold coins have been stolen from the royal usury.” “What?” I breathed. My eyes shone, not with excitement, but with the sharp awareness that peace never lasted long in this kingdom.

And for the first time, I really fucking looked at him. Black fur. Pure fucking black. My attention snapped to his eyes. Golden. Bright, unmistakable golden eyes stared back at me. Something inside me went completely still. What the fuck? “Damian.” Bruce had noticed it too. Of course he had. Black fur. Golden eyes. There were characteristics certain bloodlines carried. Traits that could appear throughout generations and occasionally surprise the hell out of everyone. But those two together? No. Black fur and golden eyes belonged to Royal wolves. They were the physical mark of our bloodline.