The Stealer Novels & Stories

"I am so close to getting everything we need. " "You lost our scientist," his voice is still deadly calm. "The cost of reclaiming him will be significant." "But he is devoted to me," I express proudly. "In his mind, I am his wife. He will do anything I ask of him." "And Steele?" his words hang in the air, as much a threat as a promise of harm to come should I fail. "He will be ours before the New Year," I promise. "And then, I will have access to everything."

I calmed down and shook my head in response waiting for him to continue. He took a deep breath, "Adriah, a Stealer is a curse where your scent could attract all widowed wolves who have lost their spouse mate. The worst thing is that, widowed werewolves were undergoing manic, a stage where they don't have their proper mindset but just wanted to be mated with their mate and since their mates were dead, they will think it is you. They will want to force themselves to you because they think you are their mate, Adriah. And... I also heard that a Stealer could mate to any wolf." After he said those words my mouth hung open in disbelief, "Y-you are k-kidding me right?"

We arrived at Club Sirene, located on the 16th floor of Agua Hotel in the beautiful City of Chicago. Bella pulled me inside into a couch where I saw a man seated. “Marco, we’re here!” Bella waved as we approached him. “Marco, this is my best friend Alle" Bella introduced.

But her legs felt like cold stone. The jungle behind the men seemed to exhale with them, darkness moving with purpose. Steeve Steeve’s breath hitched. These weren’t villagers. Not lost tribe members. Not people who wanted help. These were hunters. Predators. He raised the jagged scrap metal he’d taken from the wreckage, gripping it like a shield, although he knew it wouldn’t do much against spears and bone blades. “Jenna…” he whispered. His voice cracked. “Jenna—they’re—”

Steven pulled out a kitchen knife. He doesn't want to shoot the prosecutor. "What I want you to do is not easy... but you don't have a choice. Either I give you what you saw, or you agree to my terms." Don Steven takes a step closer to the prosecutor. "There was nothing I did. "Please don't kill me." The prosecutor was sobbing uncontrollably. Because of the large number of guards surrounding him, he has never been kidnapped before. The term "stealth" refers to the act of stealing something from someone else.

I didn't know if it was betrayal or not, but he knows that Reid and Brain from East Pack has been stealing from my great store to supply and sell supplies to elevate their Pack while I was blank, yesterday was different because I suddenly had an Idea to use a taser at the borders that led to the Great store. “Don't tell me you're sulking Kade, you said it yourself that no one can steal from you no matter what, I knew about those scoundrels and I let you figure it out yourself.” He explained and I scoffed, letting that bitter truth sink in. I brag a lot about how powerful I can be and that nothing can get past me but this didn't get past me. “You win, they stole from me and my Daughter's tuto

She said angrily, "Who said we're going home empty-handed? I'm not giving up yet. I must bring the cauldron because this is going to affect the future development of the sect!" Musa frowned and was shocked after hearing that. He exclaimed, "Miss Stephanie, are you going to steal it? I don't think you should do that. We're members of a reputable and notable sect. How could we become thieves? This is going to be very embarrassing if words get out." Stephanie sneered. "What are you afraid of? He's the one who embarrassed us. Besides, I'm not stealing it. I'm taking it from him by paying him 4 billion high-rank spiritual stones. It's a trade. What's wrong with that?"

“Cade’s black bag that I stole…” “This one?” Steele pulled out a bag from the top shelf. “Yes!” Unzipping it, what I wanted was right on top. “I’m not going to like this, am I?” Steele frowned as I pulled out the only bug I had left.

(Flash Forward — The Marking Ceremony) The world came apart when the Mark seared itself into my skin. It was supposed to belong to her — to Helena. The jewel of the Hollow. The wolf-bred beauty upon whom every hopeful glance was fixed. Yet it was me, Ilia, kneeling upon the sacred stone, breath shaking, as burning light surged through my shoulder. The room blurred with flame and mist, and the silence was absolute except for the sound of my own breath and the low, disbelieving growl that rose from the throat of the Alpha himself.

Right in front of me stood a metal safe, the metal looking rather thick which told us whatever was being kept in this thing, the person was intending to keep in there. “That’s pure silver, why would a werewolf have a safe made out of pure silver?” Thomas asks taking a closer look but ensuring to not get too close to it in case. “It seems whatever Spencer was hiding in there, no one but you would be able to open it again.” He informs me with a look, my eyes not leaving the locked safe in front of me.