With Thieves I Consort Riddle Novels & Stories

Reinforcements had arrived. Riven turned, placed Kai behind him, and drew both blades. The timber bar cracked on the third impact. On the fourth it splintered. The door burst inward. On the threshold stood a tall Alpha Kai had never seen, wearing the fine seal of the northern consortium on a leather bracer. Behind him more fighters waited in the smoke. The stranger’s gaze moved over Riven, then settled on Kai with the calm assessment of a buyer examining goods already paid for.

"So he stole a special concoction and took the herbalist away. What's that special concoction?" "It's a secret." I nodded. "I don't get it, though. Why is the herbalist so important to you? You want the concoction, but this herbalist seems to bother you. She's human, right?" "Yes, the thief and the herbalists are both humans." "You have to defeat the thief. Find him at all costs. He owns a huge crossbow and is dressed in a thick, black tunic. He leaps on the canopies with no difficulty and is truly hard to catch. I provide you with the best weapons to slay him-"

Wolves at the counter glance up—loyalty in their eyes, or fear. “Wire the money by midnight,” I tell Veda. “If this trace fails, you’ll answer to me.” She smirks, unfazed. “Don’t cry to me when Damon’s wolves rip you apart. That stone’s cursed.” Her words follow me through the beaded curtain into the bar’s chaos—graffiti walls, neon buzzing, wolves in leather jackets nursing drinks. Ruth and Marco fall in behind me, their scents sharp with adrenaline. Outside, Crescent’s underworld breathes: pawn shops with barred windows, back-alley stalls selling weapons and charms, the stink of garbage and blood rising from the gutters.

Skylar says, looking at me like I may take offense. ‘Consort could mean a spouse, but it could also mean a companion, correct?’ Bynjym asks. I hide my smile. I’m guessing this is a similar style of logic that Bynjym used to get Cyryl to agree to letting him sleep wrapped around us. “Well, yes,” Skylar says, frowning as she looks at me. I hold out my arm to her. “Your companion awaits to lead you to the trees,” I say, putting as much grandiosity into my words as possible. I add a bow to add to the effect, making her laugh.

With renewed vigor, we followed the informant's directions, our hearts pounding in anticipation. We reached the hideout, a dilapidated building nestled in the heart of the city's underworld. Stealthily, we crept inside, careful not to alert the thieves to our presence. Shadows danced on the walls, and the air hung heavy with tension as we searched for any trace of the stolen amulet.

He didn't wanted the maids to know anything about the couple. Hazel gulped and stood at the doorstep of the cottage moving get gaze here and there. There was no one but many bottles of different types of coloured potions were placed in the rack made in the wall. She moved her gaze to the front and saw a fortune telling prediction ball placed on a wooden table. Is she safe here? "Welcome the Luna of Nightingale pack." suddenly a feminine voice said from the dark corner of the room making her startled.

How the hell can these vamps live trapped in this stink? They are foul creatures, Triumvir. As Tessa’s agreeing with me, a few steps ahead, Ian stutter-steps, then braces one arm against the wall, his hand over his eyes. In my own head, I’m catching snippets of a conversation—no, it’s an interrogation—and an argument between a male and a female. “You owe me, Cordelion. You promised me her talisman.” Oh shit. That’s not good. “Do you find it, witch? Do you find anything you claimed you would?”

Lankko started to shift uneasily from his seat as Thunka followed her logic. "I suspect, therefore, that the missing Pearl of Sorrelia has been in your master's possession all along and that means you, as Jad Enzir's keeper of secrets would have it hidden in a secret vault somewhere." Thunka had been watching Lankko's face intently. She observed that Lankko flinched slightly every time she mentioned Sorrelia and its legendary pearl.

The red blood moon hung high above, beaming down with an almost menacing light. My stomach knotted. “The curse… it’s getting stronger.” Damion wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder. “We’ll figure it out.” His voice was calm, steady, but I felt the tension in his body. He turned me to face him, his expression unreadable. “The riddle, Aurora. Say it again.” I recited it softly, the words etched into my memory. “Bind what’s given freely; return what’s taken twice.

THIRD PERSON POV He quickened his pace, stopping in front of a heavy steel door. A keypad blinked beside it, demanding another code. His phone buzzed again. Another message from the unknown number: “Final test. Solve this, or she dies.” Attached was a riddle: “I’m taken from a mine, and shut inside a wooden case, from which I am never released. What am I?” Mason’s mind raced. The captors were toying with him, but he didn’t have time to waste. He focused on the riddle, breaking it down.