Another Man's Treasure North Branch Novels & Stories

He held me in so very high regard, I had to respect him for that too. "What is going on?" I questioned, pausing to gaze at the girl. Our eyes met and just by staring into her eyes, I could tell how miserable she was. Her entire body shivered in fear, her mouth trembled, and her face was covered with bruises. "She is one of the captives from the Stone Creek pack," Jones replied. I remembered that Alpha Hades had instructed Jones and some of his other warriors to infiltrate the Stone Creek pack. I always wondered why Alpha Hades did that. His pack was big enough, he had no use for the land of other packs, yet he kept attacking other packs.

- "Friend of mine works in the warehouse district. Saw you there. He told me you paid over five grand in tax. Five grand! That means your group brought in at least 25,000." - "Not my group, Bance. Remember Jim Redbreeks? He led my party. He's dead. All of them died, except me. The women won the treasure. I was lucky to survive. They cut me a half share. I walked away with 3,000." - ""Bullshit."

The audience suddenly fell silent as The Old Man stood in the middle of the stage. "Thanks to the leaders of the Eastern Continent for coming to this auction. I as a representative of North Treasure Merchant and the host of this auction would like to say that our auction item has gone through a strict assessment and inspection. So don't worry about the quality of the product, you just have to pick out the desired item and fight it over with the other side. I hereby declare the auction begins!" The Old Man said aloud. The people around the stage are screaming with passion. "North Treasure Merchant, this organization is no joke, the power of The Old Man who is just an auction host and the prev

Or is it just us? I powered ahead and found the hawthorn tree—the clue had said “beneath the thorny crown.” Aya got there first and snatched the East Stone. Brinn flopped behind her dramatically, claiming betrayal. She told him to hush before she shoved pine needles in his hair. I left them behind and ran south toward where the mushrooms hummed. A glowy patch sparkled beneath a broken tree—*the South Stone!* I grabbed it, slipping once on a slug (ugh), but held my prize.