Mall Scavenger Hunt Novels & Stories

It seemed like this maze would never end, and Scarlet could hardly even see the sky. Finally, Scarlet found a vendor with a huge piece of roasting meat. She could smell it from afar, the smell infiltrating her every pore; she looked down and saw Ruth looking up at it, licking her lips. She stopped before it, gawking. “Buy a piece?” the vendor, a large man with a smock covered in blood, asked. Scarlet wanted a piece more than anything. But as she reached into her pockets, she found no money whatsoever. She reached down and felt her bracelet, and more than anything, she wanted to take it off and sell it to this man, to get a meal.

"I don't believe it, but I do believe our little puppy here has a point. How many grocery stores can there be?" "What if they're shopping at a 7-Eleven?" Parker asked. "If you're feeding a group of wolves, you're going to need lots of red meat. Only a market will carry that," Wyatt explained. "Good thinking, Jaxon. Wyatt!" Gavin barked. "Pull up the directions to all the grocery stores in a two-hour radius from here. It's time to go shopping." It took them fourteen stores and a day and a half, but they finally caught a scent. After that, given the small size of the town, it became only a matter of hours before they narrowed the possible rogue hideout to a dozen or so places.

“Oh no!“ Dreading his mother’s intention, Heron slapped his face, shaking his head. Luna Phoebe speaks into the microphone, “Everyone may I please have your attention?” The music lowers, and the crowd hushes. “It’s time to start the scavenger hunt. After that, we will have the poker and pool table contest. There are five tables and billiards being set up around the backyard. Anyone is allowed to enter. We have prizes and giveaways.” An uproar of delightful cheers proliferated the grounds. Heron scrunched his face and gave his mother a pointed look.

The room buzzed with anticipation as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting warm, golden light through the tall windows. Joseph stood at the front, his voice carrying over the excited chatter of the group. "Alright, everyone! Welcome to the scavenger hunt! This isn’t just a game; it’s a… while it's just a game. You’ll be working together to find a list of items hidden throughout the pack house. Remember, some items may require teamwork or clever thinking to uncover. Ready?" "He sounds old," said Lilith, crossing her arms. The girls giggled and Joseph just rolled his eyes.

Not a damn thing and they all knew it. “OK FOLKS I AM GLAD EVERYONE MADE IT ON TIME! BECAUSE WE HAVE A VERY EXCITING COMPETITION FOR YOU GUYS TODAY! AS YOU CAN SEE YOU ARE EACH SITTING AT A TABLE WITH A DIFFERENT COLOR! YOU ALSO HAVE A SET OF KEYS THAT YOU WILL NEED TO COLLECT THAT WILL OPEN THE BOX TO THE LOCATION OF YOUR FLAG! EACH FLAG IS WORTH TWO POINTS AND AS YOU KNOW LIKE YESTERDAY, THE LAST ROUND WILL GIVE YOU A CHANCE TO EARN EXTRA POINTS! NOW WITH THAT SAID THE EVENT FOR TODAY IS A SCAVENGER HUNT! HOW THE GAME GOES IS, EACH TABLE WILL HAVE A SET OF KEYS!

****EASTON'S POV*** “Okay so first we'll begin with our scavenger hunt. Each family will be given a map and a list of treasures to find. Once you locate each item, take a photo of it and move on to the next. The family with the most collection by the end of the game wins. We will be awarding five winners but everyone will still get a prize for their participation, however the winners will be offered the grand prize.” Gina explained and everyone listened intently.

I could tell they were both beginning to lose their patience with Alicia's boisterous behavior, but she couldn't help being so carefree which is so helpful in our situation. “Silly, the rule is simple: you have to hide while the rest of us go on a scavenger hunt, searching for your whereabouts. The person who finds you will have to take you on a solo mission - all by themselves. Everyone else has to stay behind and wait until their return. It's an exciting game, that much is certain - not knowing where someone is hiding creates an air of mystery and anticipation that's hard to ignore.”