Thief Castle Crashers Novels & Stories

Granger dives out of the way, his arms clasped around me and Amanda as the floor caves in, and the castle falls in on itself. We land in the hallway. Pain radiates up my legs from the hard landing. The castle is crumbling on either side of us, the entire building full of screams of desperation and absolute terror. But a voice cuts through the chaos, lifted and musical. I look up and see her standing there–that mystic from the night of the eclipse, her face shielded by a mask made entirely of crystal. “Hurry, sister!” she beckons, and three more masked mystics appear behind her. Granger hauls us upright and we run for our lives as the ceiling continues to fall and crash into the floor behind

Fisayo said with bitterness in her voice as I dropped my head in guilt. "Who knew the moment I showed you my crush, you were all over him, what if I didn't show you who he was? Would this have happened? Never in my life would I have imagined that my so called friend is a thief! A boyfriend snatcher! A fucking whore!" Fisayo yelled. I frowned immediately "Fisayo, you are going too far" I replied.

Elias opened his mouth, but no sound came, as though the weight of what he’d heard had robbed him of breath. Marcellus slowly raised his head again, his eyes sharp as a blade as they locked onto Elias. “That night… someone broke into the castle. A thief.” “A thief?” Elias’s brows furrowed violently. His voice cracked. “You mean… in the future?” “Yes.” Marcellus’s tone was like steel, his features taut. Yet beneath his sternness, a shadow flickered in his gaze—dark, conflicted, inescapable. “And that thief… was no one else but Alia.”

The door swung open to reveal him in a pair of sleep pants and nothing else. "Yes, Princess?", he asked as he opened the door wider to let her in. "I know this is a weird question but can I crash on your couch?", She asked. He looked her over as he could plainly see she was beyond exhausted and ready to fall over. "Problems with your place?", he asked. "They are there, and they won't leave.", she stated. "Who are they exactly?", he asked as she sat on the couch. "My team.", she said. "The east coast main blue team."

Dad added as he stood up from his spot on the sofa before grabbing his opened laptop and positioning it properly on his elbow before trying to pick his phones up from the hand rest of the sofa. I picked the phones and handed them to him which he placed on the laptop before looking at me blankly. "I'll take care of it with my all, I promise!" I informed my Dad, my fingers unconsciously covering the pendant of the choker as if trying to shield it from anything harmful. "I know you will, I just want you to know how dangerous this small necklace is. Some thieves can cut off your neck just to get this necklace cause it's a pure. It doesn't fade, it glows forever, like you." Dad's voice infiltrat

Just when I'm about to give up, I see my passport near the trash can where I threw my empty candy bag. "Bingo!" I say with a smile, picking up my passport and feeling relieved. But before I can go back inside, someone grabs me from behind, covering my head with a dark fabric. The doors of a van open, and it's clear I'm being kidnapped. Instinctively, I kick the kidnapper in the sensitive area. He complains about it being a solid kick, confirming he's a guy. As I try to run, I bump into another guy with something cold and pointed against my head – probably a gun.

Left with no choice, I tried to key in the password instead, but it had been changed as well. My crushing sense of defeat turned into rage, and I pounded the door. "I know you're inside, Harrison! Get out here!" I kept shouting until my throat was strained before the door finally opened ever so slightly. Harrison scowled at me, his gaze making it seem as if I were his mortal enemy. Keeping his voice down, he threatened me, "Are you crazy, Vivian? Must you insist on causing trouble for me? If you insist on keeping this up, we should just—"

“You must make him give it to you.” The dungeon bells rang. My jaw clenched. I turned away without another glance, my boots echoing as I strode toward the open doors. I already knew why the bells had been sounded. And as I stepped into the corridor, my suspicions were confirmed. ___________ Zeke. The thief who had stolen my salvation. He was bold, I’d give him that, but he was weak. Stupid. And worst of all, mine. Fate be damned. Curses be damned, because I would not—could not—be tied to this reckless, mouthy creature who knew nothing of silence, of obedience.

He pushed the door open as soon as what was a slight drizzle escalated into an angry downpour, accompanied by heavy gusts of wind. Curse that lying little forecast, Kiara cursed. Their shoes were dampened in the time spent while breaking the lock, and they dragged their feet into the castle-like house, as Kiara thought. "Just don't say a damn word and follow me." Kal whispered as they began to trot across the vertical length of the wide space. It was wide enough to host a small ball, although a lot darker than the night outside. It felt polished, although empty. It seemed to lack the presence of a life besides the two 'thieves' dressed in cheap clothing. As it should, it didn't look like any

I asked. “Since this morning, we’ve had three attacks.” Uncle Jerry exhaled with exasperation. “All from the Virtus people.” “WHAT?” I pressed Tommy’s face back into the crook of my neck to sooth him. “A–Are you s—I mean, are they alright? Who were they?” “You mean our people? Your cousin, Crystal, on her way to the spa. Uncle Bobby, outside one of the Lux’s restaurants. And Cousin Mercendez, when she exited her gallery.” There was a pause and then Uncle Jerry added, “it was acid, Julie.”