The Stealer Novels & Stories

“Well, do you know what is a stealer, Ashira?” Stealer? I haven’t heard of it but there is some ring into that word. Have I heard it somewhere? The old lady took my silence as my answer and continued speaking. “Stealer is a wolf abnormality. They can produce a pup with another wolf who is not their mate. Some stealers are evil and those kinds steals the mate of others for fame, greed, or vanity.” she paused. I don’t think I need to hear some kind of useless story. Why is she trying to educate me about this stealer thing?

The Big Four who heard the shuffling of feet at the door way, raised their heads to behold their new company. "Another traitor, huh?" Steven mocked as he eyed a Thogg whose face had been battered and whose body was now covered in bruises. "Yes boss" Ace replied "What's his offense?" "I caught him stealing these" Ace threw some bags of crack on the floor "The fuck, man. You're stealing my drugs?" Steven asked taking slow steps towards him "I'm really sorry, Boss. I really never meant to" "But you already did, so don't give me that flimsy excuse. Fucking save it for the marines"

“Oh, you are unapproachable by anyone. Is that the reason? But isn't having another Stealer who can be a little more useful? Take her with you! She might be more useful than you think.” But I still refused the offer. So, I left with just a pocket gold box as compensation. When I was barely getting into the car, the Stealer approached me and knelt in front of me. “Alpha, I heard that you housed someone like me in your palace. And you even took good care of her! Take me, Alpha! I will be of great use to you! I will do whatever you want!” I was not interested and left her. But she was still after me.

' Seeing Samuel across the room triggered something hot, steamyand erotic, her body was subconsciously trying to call its mate back to her side, and as a Stealer, that call came in the form of an irresistible, intoxicating scent. He rushed to his feet, and by now, Isis had realized what happened and was embarrassed. The boys around felt their cocks go very hard just perceiving the scent. “Isis is the stealer,” someone announced. The whole hall snapped into chaos. Professor Hale and the swim coach rushed out of the hall, but the principal still waited, watching as females rushed to pull their boyfriends away. Some covered their noses, while some perverts were e

Steeler Corporation has been bustling with activity in the past two days, dominating the spotlight in Metalville. Yesterday, the helm of the clan, Titus, passed away. Martinez, the young master, was confined to his residence. The next day, Hobart Steeler, Titus’s younger brother, ascended to power amid the upheaval, swiftly implementing a city-wide steel embargo, disrupting the operations of countless factories dependent on iron. Consequently, a throng of factory owners barricaded the entrance to the Steeler Corporation headquarters.

Kalfar began tearing into a Soul Stealer across the level, which made Eagle raise a fist to his mouth in worry. “What are they doing?!” he fretted “that wasn’t meant to happen!” Stealers were milling at the scene to aid their fallen friend whose guts were being ripped from it as it spasmed. “Kalfar don’t eat meat!” Eagle cried out “they’re eating it!” "There’s another one" I pointed to the level above us on the other side, where another Stealer was writhing in pain over the edge. The Kalfar ripped into his arm then left, to merge with the crowd again.

The web was completed, and it was more horrible than he had imagined. Evelyn, the greedy broker. Marcus, the bitter brother and eager co-conspirator. Janus Holdings, the wealthy, morals-free purchaser. And overshadowing them all, the silent, featureless accomplice: Section Seven. They had provided the data to steal the prototype, the funds to incriminate him, and the unspeakable authority to make the entire world believe the lie. They were the architects of the scheme. Janus was their customer, but he, Sabatine Stalker, was their fall guy—the fall guy whose demise would end the operation forever.

Wilbur fell deep into thought. Someone capable of stealing the Tiger War Amulet from a place so strictly guarded had to be a cultivator specialized in thievery. Thieving cultivators were best at hiding themselves and utilizing skills like camouflaging, making it hard to find them. Despite the fact that stealing a national treasure would draw attention from the national departments, most cultivators would never take that risk. Only Venomadder had the guts to do it. "Do we have any further information on him?" Wilbur looked at Elsa.

With it just about to be rolled on the flatbed he strolled over to her. "Nice ride," Joanne Steiner said, sliding it on the flatbed. "So, did you catch the little shits that stole it?" Jo asked with a half laugh, knowing it had to be kids, otherwise, this beauty would be in a chop shop or worse, instead of in the front yard of some old home. "Not yet," Jimmy smirked. "You know me, Jo, I never rush anything. Sooner or later, they will make a mistake." He winked at her.

"Stalker, who else? The best shadow we know. We've hired him once, remember? To tail Randy. That's how we know about his drug dealing dens and eradicate them all." Ah. Stalker. An ex-special ops commander who supposedly 'went rogue' and was discharged. But Ben and I managed to find out the truth—the Minister of Defence was stealing from the nation's taxes; Stalker found out by accident and tried to have him removed. "I know Juliette means a lot to our plans. So he's the best guy for the job," Ben explained. I agree with Ben. Stalker is the best we know. He never loses a target, whether in sight or danger.