Thief Castle Crashers Novels & Stories

The patters of the rain rented her ears, and it was with great relief that she caught sight of the gruesome portraits on the wall. “There’s no lasting damage to Ms. Amira, Ms. Hera,” said Mr. Castro the moment he was back. He and Hera alone were in the room. The others were reluctant to leave, keen to hear what he’s going to say to Hera, but when Mr. Castro threatened them month-worth detention, they scampered out of the room before he could even count.

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

When Long Tian appeared, the scene he saw was a young girl fearlessly charging forward to rescue a kid from getting crushed under the descending, flaming hover. "This..." It was a heart shuddering scene.

But the proctor, the teachers, and even my classmates all swore they saw me handing my paper in early. My memories and reality split apart, like a mirror cracking down the middle. I refused to accept it. I filed appeal after appeal. Each time, nothing changed. Soon, my teachers' eyes were full of pity, and the police spoke to me with quiet helplessness. They began hinting that maybe the pressure had gotten to me and maybe I was imagining things. It wasn't until after I died that I finally learned the truth. It was her. It was Sierra and her Grade Heist System that had stolen everything.

With a quick flick of my wrist, I sent it crashing to the ground, its shattering echo reverberating through the hallway. The thieves startled, their attention drawn to the source of the disturbance. Seizing the opportunity, I lunged forward, my movements precise and calculated. With a series of swift, well-timed maneuvers, I incapacitated the closest thief, disarming him of his tools. However, the element of surprise had faded, and the remaining thieves retaliated with heightened aggression. Their movements were fluid and coordinated, their skills honed through countless heists. I dodged their advances with agility, relying on my training and instincts to keep me one step ahead.

Boom! A resounding crash echoed nearby as the wooden door of the courtyard was violently kicked open. Though Adrian's appearance had driven away some patrons, a few reckless gamblers remained, ensnared by their vices. The invading members of the Scarlet Star wasted no time and launched into a frenzy of destruction and looting. Their rampage spared no one, targeting both Sable Emblem affiliates and hapless gamblers alike. Chaos ensued, with casualties mounting rapidly. Three or four hundred individuals clad in crimson robes, representing Scarlet Star, descended upon Sable Emblem's headquarters. Caught off guard, Sable Emblem's defenses crumbled within minutes, leaving their base in ruins.

Everyone looked unto the sky's, as the rumbles heartened sounding like the sky was about to tear in two, a heavy gust of wind blew, so thick and harsh, it scared everyone present. The fog was lifted with Caelan death and the people began running about as the heavy threw things off their places. Declan knew what was coming everyone knew.. The sacrifice wasn't made, Thaross wasn't given his food and so he was here to destroy. And slowly, the castle cracked, breaking and collapsing as he rose. Tharros, right from underneath the castle.. And a mob of souls floated through the air into his mouth to grace his presence.

“The Bloodfangs.” The name alone turned the air cold. Lyra’s breath caught as another violent crash echoed from somewhere below the castle. The walls trembled faintly beneath the impact, followed by distant screams and the unmistakable sound of fighting. Her pulse skyrocketed. “Who are they?” she asked shakily. Kael’s arm tightened around her waist protectively as he listened to the chaos outside. “Rogues,” he said darkly. “But far more organized than ordinary rogues.”

The Castellano club pulsed with defiance, its neon lights a beacon in the city’s restless night. Kai Castellano stood at the entrance, his black jacket unzipped, his icy blue eyes scanning for Order of Cinders operatives. The safe house confrontation with Alessio had hardened their resolve, his betrayal a wound, but Gianna’s mercy and their rooftop vow fueled Kai’s fight. Their empire—Castellanos and La Rosa Nera—stood firm, but Viktor Crane’s global network threatened to seize the underworld. Kai’s jaw clenched, their shared tears, Gianna’s fierce heart, a flame that burned through the city’s chaos.

The boy was too ruthless, his actions striking fear into their hearts. Suddenly, a Land Cruiser crashed into the factory with a roar of its engine, knocking down three of the thugs before stopping. Seven men in black jumped out of the car and attacked the gangsters. Wendell looked at these uninvited guests in panic. Things were well out of his control now. That Rinz brat was definitely tougher than he looked… Still, there was no turning back now. He had to fight back, or his reputation would never recover from this. Wendell screamed, “Get them! Kill these bastards!”