Santa Thief Novels & Stories

Well, at least Kenneth knows enough to keep the egg warm. I look around, trying to figure out how I’m going to get the egg out of the fire so I can get it out of here. “I knew you would come.” I spin around, not seeing anyone in the low light of the room. He steps out of the shadows. “No one wanted to believe me, but I know who and what you are, Skylar Hughes.” “And what am I, King Solomon?” I ask. “A thief. The worst kind of thief. A dragon thief,” he spits, slowly walking toward me.

“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.”

‘My eldest Son, Santos, was stolen by the Druids while he was away at college. They trawl them, looking for young Shifters, then enchant them and force them to serve as their guards. They did this to my Santos, he was a peaceful boy, you understand?’ Killian nodded, wanting to hurry this man to his conclusion but knowing it would be useless; the man would get to his point eventually,

“We’re closed, but we have some fixin’s in the kitchen. Can you keep Andy busy for me? I’ll make you a plate.” “A-Andy?” I look at the blonde-haired little boy. “I didn’t know you had children.” “It’s him! I fucking knew it!” Saint says triumphantly. “I was right.” “Right about what, Saint?” “It’s HIM. It’s the Wraith.” “What the fuck are you talking about? It’s a baby. Not a monster.”

“None of the therapists would be cool with that.” “Bronx?” Lenora twirls the pen in her fingers and nods. “I think if he felt like he had no other choice he would.” “Hmm… Alpha Bronx will try to appease The Saint by destroying his personal firearm when he returns home.” Sister Marguerite keeps going. “It won’t help. The Saint will wake from a nightmare… more than a nightmare? Hmmm… the thread circles to the future… he cannot separate reality and his dream. Behind him, the moon is high, and the sky is clear. There’s another Alpha? A man of indigenous descent. I think it’s Marco Ramón Sanchez?”

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.

She used so much strength that she didn't hold back at all—she even broke the branch off! The soil in the yard was turned over, and streams of black blood came out. At this moment, everyone finally came to their senses and saw the real form of that Santa Claus— That was a heart wrapped in black mist. The heart beat violently, and every beat sent out strong resentment. The weird thing was, it grew on the holy statue. And Elder Craneweaver had seen this holy statue before. He stomped his feet and said, "The acting sect leader brought this back from his travels. He said it's the true ruler from the Western Paradise."

He waited, as if waiting for me to say something, “I convinced the girls that it was better for them if they found themselves a new pimp. I took them to the guy I had been sent to spy on. Told the girls he treated his girls better than their dead pimp. They were desperate, followed me and became my bargaining chirp with Santa. I brought him the head of his competitor and a couple more girls for him. This made him take me into his circle. I watched the girls for him in the streets. I watched him, watched the streets, watched the game. I realized I couldn’t do this alone so I began recruiting other runaways. We became a band of thieves and that is when I met Baste. He was from a good home, he

Sierra. Prison. The words didn’t feel real. Chloe’s hand rested gently on my shoulder. “You’ve been quiet,” she said softly. “What’s wrong?” I forced a smile. “Just work.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re lying.” I sighed. Of course she knew. “It’s Sierra,” I admitted. “She’s in prison.” Her hand fell. “Prison?” I nodded. “She’s been living a double life. She’s a jewel thief.” Shock flickered across her face.

“This can’t be real.” The man — who was either Santa or a very convincing look-a-like Santa burglar — grinned and held up my lavender panties by the tiny string and said, “The note said there was something sweet for me…well, ho, ho, ho, I’m here to collect!” This could either be one amazing night of fantasy come true, or a nightmare. I licked my lips. “Prove you’re Santa,” I dared. Santa tossed his red cap and began unbuttoning his thick fur-lined jacket. “And how would like me to do that, my sweet?”