Vow Of Thieves Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

Their hands rested too close to hilts. Liars. The wolf inside me stirred, teeth bared. I swept my hand. Power crackled at my fingertips; the air smelled of ozone. White-hot pain lanced through their bodies, driving them to their knees. Their cries rebounded off the stone like a chorus of snapped ropes. “Spies,” I spat. “You think you can steal from me? You think Sovereign is a fool? You will bleed before you outsmart me.” One guard gasped, “We swear, Sovereign, there is no book with us. We are not thieves.”

He is never relaxed. Alessandro stands nearby, arms folded, his eyes fixed on the wall with a stare that looks like he is trying to peel back secrets hidden in the paint. “Welcome home,” Xavier says, eyes still on the page. “Straight from Paris?” “Straight,” I answer, dropping into the empty chair. “What do you have?” Alessandro slides a flash drive across the table. The click it makes hitting the wood is soft, but final. “You will want to see this.”

He was a guard from the lower levels. "My Lord," the guard gasped, collapsing to his knees. "The vault. The wards have been breached. Someone let the Void-Walkers in." Dante stood up so quickly his chair flew backward. The shadows in the room didn't just ripple now—they exploded, rising like pillars of smoke. "Elara, stay behind me," he commanded, his voice no longer human. It was a roar of ancient power. But as the candles began to blow out one by one, plunging us into total darkness, I felt a cold, slimy hand wrap around my ankle.

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.

I pressed my gun straight at his thigh and released the first bullet. His scream rang in my ears, reverberating through the entire warehouse. I stomped another foot on the wound in the thigh — he screamed again, his face pale. His breath was ragged. "Who did you sell my fucking goods to?" I whispered fiercely, grinding my leg in the wound. He groaned, biting his lip to mask the pain. "Oh, fuck — damn you, Dimitri." He swore. “That's not the answer I want." I growled, stomping into his thigh again. His bone cracked loudly.

Because for Livia— every word sounded like a lie forced into becoming the truth. And at that moment— without realizing it— her tears fell. One drop. Then another. She did not wipe them away. Did not try to hide them. Because she knew— there was nothing left to save. Livia opened her mouth. But her voice was barely audible. Broken. Fragile. As if every word that came out was a betrayal of herself. “I… y-yes…” her voice nearly disappeared, “I do.” Silence. For a moment. Yet it felt so long.

“Now you’ve got me intrigued.” My lips curved faintly. “Intrigued?” “How does a thief know how to navigate corporate negotiations and contract presentations?” I let out a quiet laugh. “Just because I’m a thief doesn’t mean I’m dumb.” I continued, “If anything, thieves are some of the smartest people alive.” That earned a quiet laugh from him, low and unexpected. “Is that so?” “Of course,” I replied. “You think stealing is easy? One wrong move and everything falls apart. You learn to think ahead and read people before they read you.”

⸻ 🌙 The Real Thief The black door suddenly cracked. ⸻ Darkness poured out. ⸻ A cold voice echoed through the Restricted Archives. ⸻ A familiar voice. ⸻ A voice Ilyaan somehow recognized. ⸻ “Looks like you finally found my chapter.” ⸻ The library froze. ⸻ Every book became silent. ⸻ Every shelf stopped moving. ⸻ Every story waited. ⸻ The black door slowly opened. ⸻ And a woman stepped out. 🖤