Thief Castle Crashers Novels & Stories

They’re naked. And there must be a hundred of them. Only the first few have managed to pack their way into the building. But looking over their shoulders, I can see the horde of them stretching back almost out of sight. The one broken window we used to get into this building wasn’t enough for them. They’ve broken two more. And as my mind adjusts to the horror of what’s happening, I see something that makes my stomach lurch. One of the Moon Casters is on the floor in a pool of blood, and several Ravagers are grouped around him, tearing into him with their teeth.

“We’ll make sure they don’t talk, and Lachlan will have absolutely no idea. He’ll never know you were behind this.” Cassandra hesitated, but then she started talking, listing out what she knew about them. They were three low-level thugs—Danny, Raul, and Vic. They were small-time criminals, just smart enough to pull off minor jobs but not much else. When she was done, I hung up without a word and pulled up another contact. It was time to make a call to someone who owed me a favour.

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at

the car hit it crushing it into a million pieces before spiralling out of control causing a little yelp from the seven of them that were crammed inside and more than twice the number of guns that were in the Jeep. With little difficulty, they found the unpainted, tall for nothing castle that seemed like it was holding me, Sheryl and Maisie captive. They hid the car somewhere a little far from the castle and crept up to it as quietly as possible which meant extremely quiet. The businessman promised to plant a bullet in every single one of them, Sal included, if they failed this time around. A snug smirk spread across the bald man's lips. They had us and we had no idea. We were inside, perhaps

“The night is young, and my head is currently being used as a structural drum for a construction crew. Can we do this later?” “We do this now,” Theresa Nalila snaps. There is no warmth in her tone, only the weight of the Crimson Dragons’ legacy. “The Castellanos are breathing down my neck about the New York shipments. They think you’re too busy playing host to notice the leak in our finances.”

The castle is immediately thrown into chaos. "It's the Luna!" "How--" "What is she!?' "Quick! Take her inside." "Call the Alpha!" I feel hands on me, scooping me up, but once they start to move, I struggle out of their hold when I see one of Malcolm's Elders coming. "The Eld!" I yell, frantic. "They're coming!" Rylan! Just as I start across the hall, screams break out. I gasp when something large crashes in through the high windows, raining glass everywhere. I throw my hands over my head, continuing past the rush of fighters barrelling forward.

The big screen displayed a dark stormy ocean scene which showed the castle's ocean view. The scene featured only the sound of violent waves crashing against the shore. The water became visible after lightning struck. The submarines surfaced under the sea with three enormous black submarines that had no identification. The submarines appeared at the base of our cliffs. The Council Elite Guards came out of the hatches while they used climbing gear to scale the straight rock face. The group followed a person wearing a bright red coat as their leader. Vanessa. I screamed into the microphone "Dante! Dante, the south was a trap! They are coming up the northern cliffs! They are right outside the ca

Even the door to Jeffrey's own office had been tampered with. No one knew for sure what exactly had been stolen. Jeffrey was livid, immediately demanding a comprehensive review of the security tapes. To his astonishment, the team responsible for the surveillance hesitated, their voices faltering as they confessed, "A recent thunderstorm knocked out the system—the lightning fried the wiring, and now all our security cameras are offline." It turned out the cameras were merely decorative. No one could believe it; a theft occurred precisely when the system was down, sending shockwaves throughout the company.

“Biggest one yet. Their CEO happens to be in town. I’ll go meet his assistant and sign everything today. You don’t even have to show up.” I smiled for the first time in weeks. “Be careful,” I told her. “And don’t mention me.” She promised. That afternoon, she walked into the hotel where the meeting was set. But when the man across the table looked up, he froze. His name was Ryan — Luca’s personal assistant. The moment Ryan saw Clara, he froze. He knew that face — if his memory served him right, she was Valeria’s closest friend. According to the investigation, the private jet that “crashed” three months ago hadn’t gone down because of bad weather or engine failure.

For all we know there could be another batch of hired thugs waiting somewhere. Crush follows behind the honey gold wolf, his coat picking up hints of light through the trees. The sun will be setting in a few minutes and it’s a wonder they didn’t wait until dark to strike. *Rogues are stupid, but Isaac wanted us to see him,* Crush warns. Sure enough, Hunter stops at a sheet of paper. Crush sticks his nose in it, though with a wolf’s eyes you can’t make out letters well enough to read. The stench is rotten, it reeks of cigars and grease.