Another Man's Treasure North Branch Novels & Stories

You need better security for treasure this important! Nightshade poison can be cured by a Lunar Blossom that only grows in the depths of a cave that only Briar knows the location of. A’s real name is Animikii Strauss. That’s right, you and Artie boy have a half brother out there who is coming for 3 things. 1, Briar. 2, Artie Boy’s claim to the Blood Heir. 3, to exact his revenge on Draken for casting him out after you two were born.

— It's a carriage mark. - AND? “We are on the old road leading north, where there is nothing but a few sparsely populated towns. Trail is fresh! I bet my tooth that the man fell out of there. He was killed and then disposed of the body. “Did one of the dark ones kill the mercenary and hide in the north?” Kyle summed it up. There was something about this whole story that he categorically did not like, but what exactly he could not understand. Again, it's his instinct.

The two of them rushed to the police station. As family, Jones requested to view the surveillance footage. After watching it in full, the officers handed over Grace’s personal effects. "There’s a very high chance Miss Collins perished in the fire. These are some of the items recovered from the scene." Inside the evidence bag were a rose-shaped ruby and a twisted, deformed pocket watch. The ruby matched exactly the one from the bracelet Grace’s mother had left her. "These were Grace’s most treasured items, the watch and her bracelet." Jones felt like his own throat had been scorched in the fire. His voice was cracked and hoarse. A wave of overwhelming regret crashed over him, burying him comp

"They keep their secrets well." My grip on his arm loosened slightly, an acknowledgment of his dilemma. "Just tell me what you know. I need any lead, no matter how small," I urged, my tone imploring. He looked down, his gaze distant as if retracing the path they had taken. "The Northern Ridge," he finally breathed, his voice carrying a mixture of dread and certainty. "It's a secluded area, heavily guarded. Swiftclaw believes it's the perfect place to keep her hidden."

The violet needle glowed brighter than ever, pointing relentlessly out the window. "A treasure hunt?" Mia walked into the library, wiping sweat from her forehead with a towel. She had just finished sparring in the dojo with Kian. "Did someone say treasure? Is it gold? Weapons?" "Where the family began..." Jackson leaned against the heavy oak doorframe. He had been watching them, a smile playing on his lips. "That could mean Montbert. Or here in New York." "The needle points South-East," Nova noted, holding the compass flat. "Towards the city."

So I carried him the way you carry something broken and precious, both arms locked under him, my spine screaming, running through the dark with the hole in my wolf throbbing where the light had gone out. "Junction ahead." Rowan's voice, thin through the earpiece Kael had jammed in my ear, a traitor turned lifeline whispering from inside the enemy's command tent. "He's flooded the altar branch — that's where he expects you. The east branch runs clear to the old quarry past the valley. Take the east. Take the east, Aurora." "Soldiers behind us," Kael said. He didn't sound winded. He sounded like a blade being drawn. "A lot of them."

The Big Hole Thalia She spent nearly 500 dollars just to get to Colorado, and she was sure someone had taken her family horde. She searched for nearly a week before she came across something startling. Her family horde...every bit of treasure and dollar had been moved into one massive plot with what remained of other families’ belongings. not stolen. But reburied. some else had to have survived. She couldn't find and clues though and waiting 2 days more did nothing but push her deeper into despair. She made a quick note, anyone worth contacting should understand the runes enough to figure it out.

Jaxon whispered, reading a faded chalk mark on a support beam. He followed the track of a rusted ore-line deeper into the dark. The overhead crystals were spaced further apart here, casting long, flickering shadows. The ground turned from stone to jagged shale and thick, stinking mud. Jaxon winced as a glob of grey slime splashed onto his embroidered hem. Seraphina had told him the North was "hiding wealth," but all he saw was decay.

Valero asked, seeming even more confused. "He's at Rogue Burg" I told him. "I don't know if it was on his own will or by force, but that's the direction Clarissa's trail is leading, and my intuition isn't opposing either " I bit my lip as I thought about it. Even way down in my gut, I felt that it was the right place. But as soon as I sped up again, I felt a feeling too familiar causing me to gasp in delight, shock, relief and fear all at once.

I'm proud of you. Warm blood dropped from between my fingers from how tightly I was clenching my fist, but I slowly raised my hand typing in the password. 310693 My sister's birthday. After typing the password I looked up at Donatello noticing him flinch from the fury in my gaze. "Bluestone Cemetery, the burial stone with the number 885, that is where the treasure lies. Buried there is the greatest treasure of the Morano family in a secured safe chest, once you possess it, the position of mafia king all over the world goes to you."