Three Thieves Red Blend Novels & Stories

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

"Not this time, Liam." "We'll see about that." The rules were clearly written on the side of the shop: "Take down three out of the six targets to win one prize. Take down five out of six targets to win any prize of your choice." Jack took deep breaths as he aimed the gun at the targets. He shot, missing the first target while his brother laughed as he hit his. I scowled, folding my arms under my chest. He missed the second target, and I couldn't help but think that maybe he really was bad at the game. I wanted him to win because I definitely didn't want a prize from his brother.

“Right, Anna?” Yes, my agenda is destroying Vlad. So I don’t mind being labeled that way. In a syndicate, stabbing each other in the back is practically tradition. “I can’t stay silent,” Isolde said. “Making weapons for Vlad is a double-edged sword for our company.” “We’ll find the best way to get your father out of this mess, Isolde,” I replied. After the discussion—which didn’t really lead to any solution—I returned to the bedroom with Isolde. The three men stayed behind to drink, but Isolde and I chose to rest. Once inside the room, I grabbed her arm and pulled her onto the bed, serious.

His voice rang clear across the clearing. “From Alpha Thomas Thorne of Silver Moon Pack to the rogue alphas of Bloodmoon. You are harboring a fugitive, Lila Thorne, promised mate to Marcus Greythorne. The arranged mating must proceed to honor the alliance between our packs. Return her immediately, or your refusal will be considered an act of war.” The words landed like stones. A ripple of growls moved through the pack. Darius’s fingers dug into my back, possessive and furious. Ronan’s expression turned icy. Kade’s face remained calm, but I felt the storm through the bond, cold, controlled rage.

The mate bond between us was warm and certain across the distance. The lead representative was a woman named Casteel, mid-fifties, with the efficient precision of someone who had spent her career processing situations rather than understanding them. "Alpha Blackthorn," she said. "We received reports of a hybrid attack in this territory." "You received reports of a child in crisis," I said. "The distinction matters." She looked at me with that processing quality. "Three pack members were injured," she said.

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

I explained. He threw another card on the pile. A number that matched one of mine. I threw mine down. "Harsh. But at least there isn't any friendship to lose here." He sent another card flying onto the pile. Matching red number. The entirety of my hand was red. Looked red. I prayed it was red, at least. "What do you mean? What else do you call this?" I asked and flicked an index finger between the two of us. Ulrich remained quiet for a second longer. Scanned his cards with feigned interest.

A deep groan escapes him and an arousing shiver runs down my spine in response. Oh my god. I’ve never heard a groan sound so damn good before, and I if I’m being honest I want to hear it again and again...but only from him. “Much better.” He says putting his cup down. “So, what is it that you wanted to discuss.” I say clasping my hands in front of me ignoring the disappointment of him not taking another sip. “The transactions from the other biker shops in New York have had no match with the profile of the guy whose sending you the threats. My team came into contact with each of them and no one had those identity markers.” He informs me, clasping his own hands in front of him.

" I thought too. How can be the Legendary Assassin were with low-class robbers. This Crimson Blade mostly worked alone and of course, the cut on the body of the victim should be spotless but seriously, for wanting to imitate— you?!" "I don't know, but maybe those geezers want me to come out from my hole." Zitrey inhaled a lot of fresh air before she added, "By the way Kate, why does the District two collaborate with you? " "Ah, that's because those robbers ran through our district. We're searching for them right now. And Zeth, go straight home this time. Don't go to the store or other places. Maybe those 'thugs' are on move once again. Also, be careful--. "

"Well, it was Cole that found her. We were visiting a pack to renew our alliance with them when we came across her. The Alpha was beating her and calling it punishments, so we took her with us and severed the alliance with the pack concerned. The next morning, we found out that she was Elijah's mate as well. You know what we are like. We don't like sharing at the best of times. Anyway, we scared her and she ran. I found her hiding. I didn't do anything but move her to another room for her to rest. I then sat down with Elijah and we agreed to share her. What we weren't expecting was when Nathan returned home from another alliance renewal to find out that he was her mate too..." "So, you and y