Three Thieves Red Blend Novels & Stories

Randall intervened. Shanaia rolled her eyes. “My goodness, Randall, you’re not romantic at all!” “And what happened next?” Meredith asked. “I read something about red thread before and the Japanese people believe that soulmates will have a red thread tied around their little finger to symbolize the blood vessel from their hearts. Tying to the person you are destined to be with for life,” Marylex said out of nowhere then turned to Randall. “Do you understand now the meaning of the red thread?”

Corinda, Casen, and Severn Prophecy count: 3 victories – 1) Betrayal attack, 2) 3 packs from camps, 3) The whole war 3 deaths – 1) Jared, 2) Isaac, 3) Xander 3 trios - 1) Gael, Hakeem, and Meredith, 2) Karamea, Diego, and Lily, 3) Liam, Bhakti, and Alessandra 3 Losses – 1) M**i Pack friendship/alliance, 2) New Moon Pack fight, 3) Brandon’s kidnapping

Elena Romano understood firsthand that in the world of thieves, everything had a price—except resurrecting dead men. If that had been on the table, her father would still be alive, and Lorenzo Salvatore wouldn't be on her hit list. Her olive-toned skin blended with the darkness, making her almost invisible. For the right price, anything could be bought on the thriving black market of the underworld—maps, blueprints, access codes. Her underworld connections yielded the blueprints to the Salvatore estate. It was pretty easy to kill someone in their own home, no matter how secure they thought they were. The Mafia bosses weren't immune to secrets sold on the black market, though it was pricier t

Within reason. But if he’s calling instead of Nyx, something’s wrong. “What’s going on, Nathan?” Kayla asks, her voice tight. “When we got to Ios, Nyx had her own room. She used it to scry for the three remaining Riding Hoods and went after them—alone.” Everyone at the table starts cursing. Minus the babies. Though honestly, they probably would if they could. “She found them. Two were already dead. I think Nyx assumed the third—the Red One—was too. But she wasn’t. When we found the site, the Red One was barely hanging on. Before she died, she told us something…”

It’s getting a little warm in here, but it’s not unpleasant. “A deal?” she echoes, arching a brow. “You’re not a very good storyteller. I need more detail than that.” I chuckle. Holy shit, this wine is good. “Chet and I… we weren’t the only original members of the Red Ravens. There used to be a third.” Raquel turns slightly, shuffling towards me. “A third? How come I’ve never heard about them?” “Because he was a bad man,” I grumble. “Absolutely awful. He wasn’t always, but… money changed him.”

He pointed to the man with the blond hair and a few strands framing his face. “And that is Logan.” He pointed to the man next to me. I looked at all three of them, wondering why all their names match them so perfectly. “I…it nice to meet you all.” My nervous stutter kicks in Logan takes a bite of his rare steak that I swear is still mooing, making me cringe slightly but quickly recovered so I don't offend any of them. “Do we scare you princess?” Damien asked with his tilted. I shook my head. Yes, they scare me and at the same time make me feel things I have felt before but I am not telling them that.

Arriving at the Blackmoon Traders' branch in the city, a female receptionist led them into a luxurious guest room. Red soon arrived, bowing her head at Caleb and Lisa. "I presumed you're both here for the Exalt-grade cultivation manuals?" "You don't say," Caleb replied, pursing his lips. "So, did you get them back?" Red's cheek twitched uncomfortably, and she shook her head. "The thieves were cunning and used a strange movement technique. We must ask for more time, as we have yet to catch them. We've even called for reinforcements from Imperium. Three Demi-Sage ranks are returning as we speak, and I'm sure—"

"This is your realm." I picked up the iron seal from the wooden block, dipping its base into the thick red wax Varik provided. I pressed the heavy metal down onto the scroll, stamping our crest—the twin crossing blades wrapped in the sovereign flame—into the parchment. "Tell the clans at the Red Pass that Northern law holds," I said, looking Varik straight in the eye. "Any imperial officer attempting to enforce Council taxes will be stripped of their armor and marched back south on foot. But any merchant, refugee, or hybrid seeking honest work will find safe passage through our mountain."

“Alright. Lance you and Dylan take the two alive rogues to the barn. Randy take the rest, patrol the area, make sure there are no more.” “Yes Alpha.” they all ring out in unison and disperse. Armi and I are left there with the dead rogues. We wait and watch as they shift back, then search the dead bodies. We flip over a couple and check them thoroughly. Sure enough, Lance was right. “There are Silver Rock warrior tattoos on each one of them.” Armi says through gritted teeth. “Not a bad play, they even smelled like rogues. They all have.” I voice. “Can’t argue with that,, unfortunately.”

The thief nodded, “I am Mashek Littlechild, I used to run the thieves guild. We did alright, we took what was fair and only from the rich, never the common folk. Then Redford Grimm came and assumed control of my ragtag bunch and told me I could stay as long as I remained loyal.” “Interesting, who is Redford Grimm?” Aurelia demanded. “Redford used to be a bandit. The kind that enjoys raping and pillaging. I don't like killing people. It's hard to steal when all the guards want to see you swing from the gallows.” “Has Redford mentioned Hyena's?” “I don't know...ouch.” Once more, the soft hand of Aurelia smacked against Mashek's cheek, “Zinjo, I think the man is lying. What should I do about it