The Book Thieves Review Novels & Stories

The forbidden library was a place we knew better than our own school now—not because we were welcome there, but because we had become thieves in its silence. We didn’t linger to read anymore. We moved fast, hands brushing over the spines of ancient texts, picking what we thought might last us the next three days, then leaving before the air could shift and betray us. Looking back now, I’m convinced the only reason we hadn’t been caught by the roaming beasts was because they had no intention of catching us right in the act, and sending us to the queen. They knew we were there. And strangely… instead of feeling curtailed by that truth, I felt emboldened.

"I thought they were destroyed." A quiet sadness settled across Arkael's features. "So did he." Silence followed. "He destroyed everything he found." There was no anger in Arkael's voice, only history. "But not everything we loved was left for him to find." He walked towards the shelf, resting one broad hand lightly against the scarred timber. "When the Queen fell, our librarians became thieves." A faint smile touched his mouth. "The finest thieves our people have ever produced." Adelaide looked at him. "They emptied these shelves."

Then he left. "Thief!?" She whispered. She didn't understand what was going on? She asked the girl in the room about this. "Why did they said that I'm a thief." "I don't know. But, I heard that you stole the king's very important book." The girl replied. Chenyin became confused. Stole? The king's book? What is she talking about? Finally she realized about the secret book. Where is it? She remembered that brother Jiao Long put it in a safe place. Did the king found it.

He took a scroll from his left and handed it to her, giving her permission that she could open and read it. Emery did open and what greeted her was the detailed report of what happened in Damiane village when the soldiers came upon the so-called travelers. In that report, it was also stated how she and the other assassins fought against the soldiers and left with the survivors. As she read through, she wished so hard that the king would not hear how loud her heart was beating due to nervousness. But still, just like usual, she feigned ignorance. “What do you want me to do with this, Your Majesty?” she asked as she looked back at the king who was staring at her ever since she started reading.

He threw it down with a sigh, his face desolate. My eyes sharpened as I stared at the book. "Wait.What is that book?" "It was in the living room library. There was no name in it as well. It is useless just like all of them." I shook my head, and Mateo quickly grabbed it back. The title was familiar, the hard leather under my fingers were familiar. I stared at the book, my heart thundering. My fingers trembled as I opened the book. Of course, there was no name, as I knew.

Matteo sighed. “Do you know Durant Ivanov?” “Ivanov. Yes, I do.” “His men have been wreaking havoc in New York. Vitale’s men found the warehouse with all those trafficked girls and women.” I jumped in relief. “That’s great news, right?” Neither Matteo nor Dante responded. “They found those girls dead, all twenty-three of them, cut to pieces, Bella,” Ros said, walking in from the garden. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. What the actual fuck? “This is why everyone hates the Bratva so much. They don’t take revenge lightly.”

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

His tanned skin contrasted with his orange shirt. "Good morning, Ma'am. You look so beautiful in the morning." His eyes almost disappeared because of his wide smile. "Morning." I smiled a bit. I went to the bench and sat there. I opened the book that I found at the library. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. I glanced at Sandro when he sat beside me. I just smiled at him before dropping my gaze on the book. "I did not know that you love reading," he commented. "Yup," I responded, eyes remained on the book.

I swallow the lump in my throat and descend. The air down here is cooler, thicker with the smell of leather and dust and secrets. Torches have guttered out, but faint violet light clings to the edges of things—my new sight, maybe, or the contract’s gift. The shadows dance ahead of me, playful almost, skipping along the shelves until they reach a particular bookcase. One tendril stretches, points. A heavy black tome launches itself from the highest shelf and thumps into my waiting hands. I stagger under the weight. The book is bound in leather so dark it drinks the light; no gold leaf, no embossed sigils, just smooth, inky blackness. The title is etched in silver that seems to shift when I ti

I took a hard dry gulp, then clamped my hand tightly over his mouth, so his wails wouldn't be heard by these thieves. We were hiding behind a book shelf as we watched these thieves move around, stealing from people. I narrowed my eyes as I looked at these thieves, calculating the next move I would make, so I could be able to remove those guns from their hands. One of the thief was pointing his gun at the cashier lady to bring out all the money, she had stuck in the drawer of her counter. Another was shoving cakes and muffins into a backpack and singing mentally, I assume. Because he was shaking his head, and doing some kind of dance with his feet. He then paused to eat out from one of the mu