Romans & histoires Apocrypha Treasure Map 1

Avery said, handing me the half-eaten bun in her hands with a reluctant look in her eyes. But, my gaze fell on the pile of food packaging scattered on the ground, along with the empty water bottle next to it. Those were the only food supplies I had left. "You're eating the food that was originally mine, and you still have the balls to offer it back to me?" I sneered before marching up to her and snatching back the bun that she had defiled. However, Avery conveniently lost her balance and fell to the ground on her butt. Before I could react, Jasper suddenly threw a diamond necklace right at my head.

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.

“Sure. Mr. Mysterious is a vampire. Vampires aren’t real... Are they? No. That’s silly. He was in broad daylight all day today. But damn, he’s weird.” Ava spent hours looking for information on the man. She found no trace of whom the Constantine family was behind the scenes, only known to be the most influential tech company in the world. Researching the name of the company, Ava gasped. Apollyon: The angel of the bottomless pit in the Book of Revelation. “Holy shit! Maybe he is a vampire.” Sitting back in her chair, she thought about the possibility. Too many scary references over the past hours had given flight to her overactive imagination, as usual. Her years of curiosity in urban legends

Another is lying in the bed very irritatedly, hearing the doctor say that she needs to have two injections instead of one from today onwards. After that, it's a blur of white sheets and quarantine. All the same, she overcame the bloody struggle. Thankfully, thinking about all those things, the ladder of four floors is over very fast. Yanlong carefully crawled into the air vent. She doesn't have a map, but she's an apocalypse survivor. When you don't have a map for a rectangle, begin from the corner, and finish up to the next door you see. Do not take shortcuts, do not give in to flights of fancy.

He just had to make her the monster in everyone’s story. As she reached her room, she saw Elara waiting in the shadows of the doorway. “The archives aren't the only place with secrets, Luna,” Elara whispered, handing her a small, crumpled piece of parchment. “I found this in Kael’s quarters before they burned his things. It’s a map. Not of the mountain, but of the Sun-Altar in the Neutral Zone. And there’s a note on the back... in your mother’s handwriting.” Audrey took the map. Her heart hammered against her ribs.

Written right across the front in bold, black letters were the words: **THE THORNE PACK TREASURE HUNT. I frowned, my eyebrows pulling together. The Thorne Pack treasure hunt? What the heck did that even mean? Since when did my pack have a treasure hunt? Well, I was about to find out. With shaking fingers, I flipped the document open. My eyes went wide, and my entire body froze solid. It wasn't a treasure hunt at all. Right there on the first page was a highly detailed architectural blueprint—a map showing exactly how Adrian and his father planned to build a massive, underground tunnel leading from the Blackwood pack territory all the way across the border into the Thorne Pack.

“If we follow this symbol, it leads us to a fork in the road. From that point, there are three possible routes.” I leaned in even closer, letting my eyes wander over the faded markings. “That makes sense. One route seems to pass through a mountain pass, another appears to lead through a dark forest, and the third might follow a river valley. We must consider every option carefully, as we cannot be sure which one will take us to Capris Coven.” As we poured over the map, a growing sense of excitement bubbled inside me. With every detail we uncovered, I felt that we were one step closer to solving the puzzle. The map was not just a piece of old parchment—it was a key to our future.

He dropped something in the dirt between them. A scroll. Victor’s eyes flicked to it, then to Julian. “What is that?” Julian didn’t answer. Emilia bent, picked it up. She unrolled the parchment. Inside, a map. Coordinates. Names. Symbols she recognized from the Hollowborn altar—Victor’s next targets. She looked at Julian. He gave one small nod. Victor caught it. “Traitor,” he snarled. “Visionary,” Julian replied. “She’s not your legacy, Victor. She’s your undoing.”

Toward her. "It wants the map " Leo whispered from Cole's arms, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly clear monotone. "It thinks the map is the key to the tomb. It's going to run the ship into the gate-house wall to get it." "Miller " Elara screamed, her hand reaching through the purple mist to grab the leather map case that was still pinned to the table. Her silver fingers tore through the leather, her veins flaring as she ripped the thirty-two sheets of ink from their bindings. "The salt. We don't drop the line. We overload it."

"No. That was her home. The cave she refers to is deeper. Hidden. I've never seen it." "Then how do we find it?" Morwen touched the locket. "The map isn't on the parchment. It's in the metal itself." She held the locket over the candle flame. The silver darkened, then glowed—lines appearing, tracing mountains, rivers, a path leading north. "The truth of the first pack," I whispered. "Seraphina wanted you to know. Before she died." "She's not dead." "She will be. Soon. She's been holding on for centuries, waiting for you. Now that you've come, she can let go."