Hogwarts Valley Collection Chests Novels & Stories

She looks at the curator's ledger. She looks at the long list of zeros on the white paper. "Wait," Marcella whispers. I step away from the crystal case. I walk down the long row of displays. I stop at the grand centerpiece of the entire exhibition. It is a massive, iron-bound chest containing twelve ancient Lycan cores. The price tag is pinned to the velvet base. Two million gold sovereigns. I look back at Marcella over my shoulder. I press the button on my watch again to ensure the audio is rolling.

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

She was about to hold his hand when he grabbed him by her waist. "Careful," he uttered while smiling. "Thank you," she mouthed. Her heart was pounding heavily and her jaw almost drop when she look up to look closely at the castle. It has tall towers as if reaching the sky, with bright and colorful arch windows. The exterior design was a combination of gold and white marble. "Wow! I didn't imagine it would be this grand," she looked at Ibrahil with her eyes wide open. He just smiled at her and grab her waist.

Hope chests. He kept walking, clutching the Nokia, glancing back and forth between the rows of chests on either side of him. All different sizes, shapes and colors. Old polished cherry, with thick, black metal hinges and latches. Sandalwood, with bright, polished brass trim. A few simple trunks constructed of blond-wood and plywood, probably. coffins Toy chests, with simple brass hinges and latches. A green footlocker with faded white numbers stenciled on one end. Another cherry wood chest, this one duller, the hinges tinged with rust. A bright red toy box with white trim.

The closet door had been ripped from the hinges, and all my clothes were shredded and lying on the floor or on my bed, which had been overturned. Elena gasped next to me, taking in the destruction. “I’m so sorry, Atlas.” “They’re just things,” I said as I shoved the box spring and mattress out of my way. When I’d tracked down someone’s runaway teenager and only asked for cloaking spells in return, they’d thought I was crazy, but they’d sure the hell come in handy now. Quickly, I ripped the wooden slats up from the floor and unearthed three chests. One smaller and the most important, the other two larger and filled with weapons and other potions.

There was no turning back now. With a final click, the lock released, and the chest opened. Lucius’s breath caught in his throat as the contents were revealed to him. Gold. Piles and piles of gleaming gold coins, untouched by time. Each coin bore the Ravenswood crest, a testament to the family's wealth and influence. The soft glow of the gold filled the room, reflecting off the dim light above. Catherine moved closer, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Lucius… this is…" "Gold," he murmured, his voice thick with awe. "The Ravenswood treasure."

It has been too long since I opened the door. The drowsiness started to drift and soon I was able to think straight. I have been collecting valuables and various books since childhood. Since every battle. Some of them were relics, I gathered from the fallen alphas who once stood in my path. Others carries much more values as they carry the wisdom of millennia and some powerful spells I stole from Hecate before breaking our paths. I opened the lower most drawer knowing there were only two books, one with titled ‘The book of curses and potions’ and another I was looking for, ‘The book of Dead’. I didn’t open it and put it in my bag before walking out my study.

"I found them inside the residence of the Chester." After his brief meeting with Little Veen, he made a detour to Chester's residence. He sneaked into Helena's room and that was how he knew about her hidden lair. Inside her wardrobe, he found a box containing the already dried-up snake skins. The box was sealed with layers of spells that repelled people from opening it.

“It needs us.” Together, they placed the disk in the gate’s center. The stone flared. Magic roared through the room like wind, howling down the corridor. Then the gate opened. What lay beyond wasn’t a chamber. It was a sanctum — a temple lost to time. Starlight glowed from the ceiling, even though no sky pierced the stone above. At its center: a dais carved with twin wolves, one silver, one obsidian, facing each other with bared teeth and interlocked tails.

The package is a half a meter wide back and a meter tall, and it contains the auxiliary treasures of the Blood Wolves clan. The box is made of red sandalwood, and the smell felt comforting to the mind and body. Ken carried the box to the tent, and Samel asked Asha and Priestess Eva to be the ones to disseminate the treasures as they please. They are the owners of those treasures, and letting them use those hundred or thousand years old treasures is already an honor. They are also the ones who are most knowledgeable about the uses of the treasures, and they will surely pick the right treasure that will maximize the abilities of their group.