Royal Thieves Novels & Stories

It's possibly standing in as the head manager of this colossal management company that comes with its own outrageous perks. Some of them include being covert while getting paid well. Also, not looking behind your back all the damn time. And the lesser know perks include flirting with royalty at your own will. The kind that the lesser people never have a clue about what goes on in the lives of royal men. I don't know what attracted me to Ryker. Under his dangerously handsome looks, and charming, easy-going personality, there's something insanely sexy about him. He knows how to control situations and manipulate things that suit him and his eclectic tastes. He always gets anything he wants and

He marches towards me and picks me up, placing me back on the bed “I warned you, I will mark you if you keep disobeying me” Squeezing my lips together into a thin line and furrowing my brow, he raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to say something “I really am the last one of my kind” it was not what he was expecting me to say Daryl nods his head at me “You are” "What does this Royalty thing mean?" "It means that there were once some very powerful wolves, these wolves were known as Royals and truth be told, no one actually knew why." He stands up and walks to the door, carefully closing it. "The Royal blood line was a force in itself"

The room fell silent once more, save for the thief's labored breathing. Adonis stood tall, his voice ringing with authority. "Your reign of thievery ends here. The palace shall not tolerate such transgressions. You will face the consequences of your actions." The thief, now defeated and resigned, could only muster a faint nod. The reality of his capture sank in, his once confident facade shattered. As Robin and Adonis led the thief away, their victory was celebrated in the hushed whispers of the palace walls. The stores would remain secure, and their reputation as guardians would be strengthened.

"I was wondering when you'd come." Wren stopped in the doorway. Kirill was beside him, his grey eyes scanning the room. "You knew I would." "I knew you'd find your father. I knew he'd tell you the truth. I knew you'd come for me." Theron's lips curved. "I've been preparing for this moment for sixteen years." Wren's pulse quickened. "You've been preparing to be captured?" "I've been preparing to meet you." Theron met his gaze. "The last Royal Omega. The one who survived. The one who fought back."

"Dead rogues can't hurt you." She rubbed her face, exasperation written in every line of her body. "And what happens when they send someone we can't identify as a threat until it's too late? What happens when they infiltrate the palace staff? Are you going to tear apart every servant on the off chance they might be working for the Voice?" Around us, the royal guards were quietly removing the bodies, dragging the unconscious rogues away under Nico's direction. They kept their eyes averted from their arguing monarchs, though their ears missed nothing.

She calmed herself. “You know, I always wondered why the only accusations you could always come up with to frame me, was theft.” Racheal said, looking at Thalia coldly with disgust. “I should have known it was because you were the queen of thieves yourself.” Thalia gasped and began to back away. “Raiding vaults at night like a rat!” Racheal followed her. “You are so rotten it makes my stomach turn.” She spat. “Is that what you were discussing with the president for so long?” Thalia asked.

It was a Rolex, worth at least $60 000. Never in my three years had I ever been caught. Because I was skilled. Because I was smooth and I went undetected. And because I never made anything personal. But it is all bound to come to an end sooner or later. Too bad, it turned out to be sooner. I felt a hand harshly grip hold of my arm. I turned in panic and saw the man I was stealing a watch from, boring his eyes into mine. ”I like my watch. And I'd like to keep it.” I gulped. This had never happened but the guys said that if ever I did get caught, just pretend like it was a mistake.

His eyes instantly caught Keira leaning unconscious on the wall with a black bag still covering her head. He snapped his head around, seeing three rogues surrounding him with their arrogant faces. “Who are you?” “Don’t look in his eyes. He’s a royal wolf,” one rogue warned his companion. Zane clenched his jaw, missing his chance to work his gifts on them. “This is why I hate royal marks. They think they’re above everyone else just because their prints have gifts. Bullshit!” another rogue declared. “We have to finish this quickly. Take the girl and kill this one.” The first one commanded the other two and it alarmed Zane.

she said, and Akana frowned. "Balkrav has no, so to speak, ruler. We are composed of clans, or gangs to be precise, all of which are led by a chieftain. If one were to ask a Balkravian who governs the clans, we would answer the king of Thieves. The Master thief himself determines laws and regulates that the quarry is fairly distributed. We call him the Raven king, " Ceva explained. "So, you are nomadic clans." "We have some insignificant towns where we can gather, divide the quarry, and drink us merry. But if you want to sum up what we are, nomadic clans work as a term," Ceva nodded.

Thorian chuckled in response, his amusement clear in his eyes, causing Rolf to roll his own eyes in mock exasperation. Thorian, never one to shy away from a challenge, responded with a hint of bravado. "Now, we all know that's a joke, because you won't survive a minute on a battleground with me," he boasted confidently. Rolf frowned, acknowledging the undeniable truth in Thorian's words. Thorian's strength, inherited from his lycan lineage, was unparalleled, and he was destined to become the next king, overshadowing his royal lineage.