Metal Treasure Chest Novels & Stories

Then something caught her eye. A large wooden chest sat quietly in the corner. It hadn’t been there before. Curious, Ayla got up and padded across the room. She pressed her palm against the cold wood, then found a small button hidden under the latch. When she pressed it, the lid sprang open. Her eyes widened. Inside, piles of gold coins gleamed in the moonlight. Diamonds spilled from velvet bags. There were necklaces, bracelets, rings, more treasure than she had ever seen in her life.

He seems to have forgotten the aching parts of his body. Devora laughed at what king Cedric did. Anna who had already stopped hugging suddenly remembered something, and said, "Wait!" The three turned to Anna because of her serious tone of voice. "Doesn't she agree with what Devora said?" King Cedric thought. "You can take everything that Devora said but, you can't touch the sacred treasure chest." Everyone was silent for a moment before Jin came to his senses, and asked, "Sacred treasure chest? What's the big deal about it?"

The woman turned down another corridor, then down a flight of wide, marble steps. They entered the lower level of the church, and it took Caitlin’s breath away. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. It had a low, arched ceiling, painted a vibrant, celestial blue, and interlaced with shining gold arches. This place looked like a treasure chamber, and in the torchlight, it was positively glowing. It was spectacular. Caitlin felt as if she had just entered King Tut’s tomb. “Down here, we keep the most valuable of artifacts. A special silver chest was built to hold them all, a chest which took twenty years to build. Inside of that chest, you will find what you need.”

It was locked, just as promised. I handed him the key, my fingers trembling slightly. This was it. Aiman bounced on his toes. "Open it, open it!" Rami slid the key into the lock, turned it— And inside, there was actually gold, silver and a notebook? My arms ached from carrying our little one for so long, but I hadn’t wanted to put her down—not when she was so content, her tiny fingers curled against my shoulder as she dozed in the warm island breeze. Still, the moment Rami pulled that notebook from the treasure chest, my curiosity burned too strong to ignore.

Hugh drily asked, leaning back in his chair. His eyes instantly caught the material in Donald’s hand. “Alpha, the guards were on patrol when they found a human at the lakeside. This belongs to the human.” his beta explained, handing him what he was holding. It was a shirt belonging to a female. Hugh’s nose was suddenly filled with the scent of cherries and strawberries, causing his wolf to wake up from his slumber in excitement. This has never happened before, except… For so many years, Hugh’s wolf has been silent, only showing up when the safety of his pack was threatened. He closed his eyes and inhaled the shirt deeply, letting himself get intoxicated by her scent. She was finally back. Hi

“I m not taking it if its not about some hidden treasure .” I said confidently. He slowly takes the key back. “Hidden treasure?” I shrug. “Yes. I have $50 million already. I'm not exchanging personal trauma for some Victorian family drama.” The ghost stares at me for a long, uncomfortable moment. Then— “...There is treasure.” I immediately sit up. He continues: “Beneath this castle is a chamber that was sealed in 1841. Inside is a collection of gold sovereigns, jewels, and—”

“You’re lucky Thomas came to me first, because Goldwing won’t give you a second chance. I told the wolves you were harmless. Don’t make me a fucking liar, Riordan.” “Fine,” he said angrily. “I won’t.” Rosalyn studied him. She knew it had to be difficult being the only one of your kind, unsure if you were the last one or not. “Go downstairs,” she ordered. “I’ll let Eden know you can have your pick, whatever you want tonight. Forget about the Alpha. Forget about the girl.” Rosalyn reached into her pocketbook and pulled a gold coin from it. It had the Ouroboros on one side and a fierce dragon head on the other. It was a symbol of elite membership for the dungeons below. She offered it to him.

“Ask your question and I’ll answer as best I can.” “Mazie and mother heard that you belonged to the Thunder Pack,” he began, carefully watching her eyes. “Please, if you have any clues as to who the Silver Myst is, tell me.” She looked down and bit her lower lip again, driving him even crazier, before looking up with a knowing smile. “I’ll make you a deal, Benjamin. I’ll answer your question if you promise to repeat what we did earlier.” Her face turned cherry red, but she never looked away. It was only then he realized that, while she was leading him around like a lost puppy while linking his family, she led them right back to the same tent.

I squeaked, “please tell me you didn’t steal that from a crypt.” “It is not from a crypt.” “Does it belong to a dead queen?” “No.” “Does it belong to you?” “In a manner of speaking.” “Is it haunted?!” “No.” “Is it magical?!” “No.” “Are you SURE it won’t summon something?!” “Yes.” “Then WHAT is it?” “A ring from my treasury,” he said simply. “Of high value, but with no significance beyond its gold.” I blinked. “You… have a treasury?” “Yes.”

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.