Romans & histoires Wendell The Thief Of Always

he whispered. Tom’s eyes widened in shock. “Are you insane? That’s impossible! The alpha’s den is heavily guarded. No one can get in there without being detected.” “I know it’s heavily guarded,” Tudd said, his voice low. “But you’re a werewolf, Tom. You have the power to transform into a wolf. You can sneak in there undetected.” Tom shook his head. “Maybe you forget that you're also a wolf, one who is as evil as lord Zack. I won’t do it; I will never risk my life for you. You want the amulet? Go fucking steal it!”

However, their happy mood had been spoiled by this group of people. “You…” Wendell was angered. He looked at Myra and Chase and suddenly recognized them. “I remember you. Aren’t you that unknown woman the Wallaces took home? I saw you stirring up trouble at Vince Waterson’s party!” “Now that you know we’re from the Wallaces, please leave,” Myra said while trying her best not to blow up. “So what if you’re a Wallace, bitch? We aren’t afraid of you!” Wendell sneered and said, “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Wendell Wilson. My family is an influential family from Camland. Get lost if you know what’s good for you!”

"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."

His silver hair gleamed faintly under the moonlight filtering through the glass, and he didn't bother lifting his eyes from the page. "You need to learn some manners, girl," Wendell said bitterly, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder, still fixed on his book. He turned a page deliberately, the rustle loud in the tense silence. In his mind, Anastasia had always been a serpent in silk—beautiful on the surface, but coiled with venom underneath. An outsider clawing her way into the Carter fold, a threat to everything he'd built. She wasn't family; she was a leech, and he'd known it from the day Eliot brought her home.

Adrian was sure her mother was behind it all, and Lyra was just too soft to see through her selfishness. ⸻ Meanwhile “Oh, that’s pretty easy,” John Walters said with a wide grin on his chin. “I know exactly where to look for him. I knew it—Adrian Foster is a thief,” he added. Because of the deal he had with Sebastian—that if he helped him get Adrian and the Everligh property—Sebastian only agreed because John promised him something huge in return if he could seal the deal.

This man ranked third on the Titan List and commanded respect throughout the land. The Eastern Wanderer had mastered martial arts through ancient Torasesy philosophy and was undefeated in combat across the world. Perhaps he could provide answers about what was happening in Andrew's body. Then, Andrew might finally find the clue to breaking through the third seal. He made his way to the inner courtyard of the Lloyd family estate and found Sheena directly. "Sheena, I need to ask you for a favor." Sheena was holding a leather whip, instructing the Lloyd family disciples in their training.

And my storm was Dylan Windell. ~THE END~

asked Wilbur. "The stand holding the amulet was in perfect condition. Cameras only got footage of a blurry figure, and no one knows how he managed to take the Tiger War Amulet with him. According to our intel gathered over the past two days, the figure bears some resemblance to a known thief who goes by the name of Venomadder. We've pooled all our resources, but all we know is that they've disappeared past the national border. We think he snuck over to North Manand," said Elsa. Wilbur fell deep into thought.

The name Hazelstone was clue enough. I'd been sold to the Hazel Coast's Beast of the West, Alpha Connor Herrick.