Thief Castle Crashers Novels & Stories

Chapter 122 Nyx's Pov I crashed into the house, opening the doors loudly. Alden was seated on the couch, his eyes narrowing the moment he met my eyes. “What's it?” “Actually, there's a lot of trouble which I may or may not have caused but the downline is, I need help. Cassandra and a few others have been captured by Marcello, an evil uncle.” I explained, shedding the outer clothes I wore that were already stained with blood.

She caught sight of the headlines. [Breaking News: Sterling Group Officially Acquired by Frost Group #SterlingGroupOnTheVergeOfCollapse] Belle’s hands trembled. She muttered to herself, “That’s impossible. This can’t be happening. I worked so hard, and I was about to become Mrs. Sterling. This can’t be happening...” Alistair gave the bodyguard a look. The bodyguard rushed over, grabbed Belle by the scruff, and threw her out. Alistair saw the confusion in my eyes and explained himself. “Zara, from the very day you got together with Walter, I started buying up shares of Sterling Group.

"But I deserved it." He looked confused. "He found out about the plan." "What plan?" "I have a criminal record, Nash, and you might be one of the best lawyers, but you can't save me from prison when the truth comes out." "Have you ever heard of the notorious jewel thief?" He nodded quietly. "Wait, that's you?" "How?" "I've been doing it for years. I've been wearing disguises that made me unrecognizable, and I stole jewels from the highest bidders who loved to collect them."

It doesn’t numb the pain, not yet anyway. I take another shot before going to the window and looking out over the kingdom. The view on this side of the castle is different. From here, I can see the place where I chased the thief last night. I can see the cliff where the thief leapt. When I first saw him jump, I thought it was suicide. Then, a bronze dragon caught him and flew him away. Just one more confirmation that the thief is a rider. The next morning, I’m up and dressed, ready to meet with my father’s advisors and see what needs to be done, when I hear trumpets heralding the approach of someone. A moment later, I hear someone running to my bedroom before there’s a knock at my door.

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

And threw the skull onto the table. It landed hard, crack echoing off marble. Bone-yellow, crown split open in a massive, jagged fracture. My scream died in my throat. “Whose… whose is that?” Barely a whisper. “A guy who skimmed before you did. Thought he could run with our cash. Same plan you had. You met him before I came.” He tapped the cracked dome once. “This is what’s left.” I was shaking so much. “That’s how thieves wake up,” Silas said softly.

I was shaken, to be honest. And Castle was here, in a warehouse that belonged to the mafia. A warehouse that housed illegal things. And then, he had saved me and now Dan was dead. My brain felt like a crash site. Everything scattered. Everything was too loud. And just when I thought I was done with surprises for the night, another crash behind us. Tomas burst from the main warehouse, covered in dust and smoke, gun still hot in his grip. He froze when he saw the scene—me bleeding, Castle standing, Dan dead.

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."