Thief Castle Crashers Novels & Stories

The two men stood up and rushed to Daniel's window, looking down the couldn't see anything. Crash! It was the darn sound again and even louder this time. Rose rushed through the door with panic written all over her face. "What is that noise Rose?" Daniel asked her immediately acknowledging her entrance. "Sir, it's Red." Daniel, Dane and Rose raced out of the office building like escapees from a psychiatric ward. "Well, if it's Red. Thank God it's the camry she bashed." Daniel said. Their race continued to the garage. Right there the wall was broken and he saw his Ferrari next to the roadside, upside down with a very well known red head struggling to come out of it.

She just shrugged and smiled. John hopped on his motorbike and sprinted out of the premises. His heart was pounding, his blood boiling. The alarm was triggered by a break-in at the cottage. He checked the CCTV from his phone and saw a man lurking inside the compound and broke the alarm system. He knew exactly who it was and he was going to after him alone.

To say that we both launched ourselves at the men when they finally walked through the front door, looking none the wiser to our internal chaos. “What's wrong?” Enzo asked as Cassie burst into tears. “We thought you were dead,” Cassie blubbered as he wrapped his arms around her. Luca shot me a look before he strode over to me and took my hand in his, his voice low as he said, “explain.” I tugged him over to Cassie's laptop and showed him what we found, but his eyes fixated on the buyer's name. “Castle,” he said slowly before he took the laptop from me and scrolled through the list of items that Castle had ordered. He turned to Enzo with Bruno shining brightly in his eyes. “It’s the same fuck

Depending on the thief's nature, if he were human, I would be feasting on his heart, in raw, a testament to my wrath. In the spacious training ground to the south of the castle, some of my royal guards stood, their identities obscured behind masks. The unit leader Jean, a towering figure, stood center stage, a man in chains before him. “Sir, this is the mastermind behind the theft,” he announced with a salute. I approached the thief, my steps echoing with fury on the cold ground. His hands were cuffed, yet he exuded an air of defiance. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice resonating with authority and anger.

The wolves that had been exiled were attacking and our babies were still out in the forest! We might have had peace most of the time over the past couple of years, but since those wolves were exiled, they turned rogue and every once in a while, they attacked the castle. It was as if their memories brought them here and they didn’t know any better. I was about to run to the gate when I heard Fynn’s howl coming from the other side. He opened his memories to me so I could see the fight on the other side. Thankfully, there were just a couple of rogues. Fynn and the wall guard took care of them quicker than I anticipated and they were all back on our side of the wall before I could even get invol

There were reporters, news telecasters, waiting with their video cameras to broadcast this moment to those who couldn't or didn't come. This day was going to be momentous, or blah for them, depending on how they took the news that the prince they had adored all their lives were not going to be the one wearing the crown. I was a thief, this time, too. I had stolen the crown from the prince. It wasn't the way I wanted to steal it when I first walked into the castle, but still...

we heard Ethan call after us, but we didn't want to go back in, we turned to him and shook our heads no. "Girls come in nicely before I call your two daddies to go and drag you in," Ethan threaten us and we decided to attack him. We both attacked Ethan at the same time, we're two wolves against one human and we soon had him pinned down on the ground, he laughed, and tried to call to Roman and Raphael to get us to let him go, but we refused to let him go either. "Mini, are you winning?" I heard Roman say and I looked up at him and nodded, with a couple bark to assure him I am.

Nathan won’t hear him. But they can’t stop the Landcaster. “Damn! It doesn’t work!” said Nathan. “It getting close!” said Dallas. “Everyone, move!” said Cornelio. Landcaster crush everything that stand on the path, all Cadet have managed to escaped from the attack. “Is everyone alright?” ask Alexa. “Yeah, seems like that.” Said Lemirk. “Kugh …! As I predticte –” Cornelio trying to standing up but suddenly Nathan punch him.

My heart soared when I saw the insignia on their backs: Sandcastles MC. The Rebels turned away from the overpass in an attempt to escape the Sandcastles. We kept pace, but the other group was right on the heels of the Rebels. I heard them begin to exchange gunfire back and forth. Suddenly, Jetter looked back at me. I swore we made eye contact. A second later, he tossed the briefcase aside, letting it scatter onto the pavement. The guys up front swerved and then stopped, going over to the briefcase. The Rebels sped ahead as the Sandcastles collected the drugs.

The rest of the day went by in a blur and the last thing I remember was my weird conversations with the ghost, Jem and then there was this mysterious guy named Cyrus. Jem, a ghost that had died at my apartment. Why? I don't have the slightest idea. If he chose to tell his story he will. If he wanted. As for Cyrus, I didn’t know anything about him to trust that he meant any harm to me or anyone else at this moment. How did you know when someone was dangerous? How can you possibly know if someone's intentions are meant for good? I suppose given time their colors would possibly show but until then I will attempt to believe that this Cyrus guy was decent.