The Secret Treasure Book Novels & Stories

"Ah, that's true. I've been reading a lot about humans lately, they're quite interesting creatures. Apparently they're not affected by silver in any way. I tested it out a couple days ago with Madeline by giving her a silver necklace, and it was true! She held it in her hand with no reaction at all." Matthew glared at her, not liking the idea of her 'testing' things on his mate. "How did you even know about that?" "I read it in a book about different creatures, I think I brought it with me." She rummaged around her bag, before pulling out a thick book and setting it on his desk: Encyclopedia of the world's intelligent creatures. "Isn't it our turn to coach the new soldiers at the training gr

Setting the picture to the side, Violet looked at the other things that were inside the drawer. The first thing that caught her eye was a small black book. The page Violet opened was a list. There was a name of a city, a first and last name, then a number, and finally an address. This had to be what Jeremy was looking for. She set the book to the side and looked at the rest of the contents. Some of them were letters discussing this Richard Morgan she’d heard so much about. Whoever he was, he was not only a thorn in the alpha’s side but a lot many other people.

Charles says, wrapping his arms around me from behind. My poor heart "Oh no son, I just didn't know that you and Elizabeth were that close" "Let's just say she's that hidden secret I wasn't ready to reveal yet" Now he's insinuating things "Oh I get it now. Congratulations you both!" She says with a beaming smile and walks excitedly, as if she has a dirty secret she cannot wait to share with everyone. "Charles!" "Elizabeth!" "Now you're just creating stories" "I've always wanted to be a writer since I was a kid"

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.

Inside were a dozen gold sovereigns, enough to buy new clothes and cover the expenses of the journey. But her treasure wasn’t the pile of gold coins. It was the leather-bound manuscript lying beneath them. She opened the massive old book and was relieved to see that the pages hadn’t been damaged by dampness or insects. The codex was ancient, brown, and covered with unknown symbols. The language was so ancient that no one spoke it aloud anymore, not even her or her relatives. But they still used it to record their secrets. They wrote their dreams for the future in the runes of the past, which marched across the parchment-like footprints.

Isabella said one night, as she and Damien lay in bed. "I know." His voice was flat. "That doesn't make it easier." "It's not supposed to be easy. It's supposed to be worth it." He turned to look at her. "When did you get so wise?" "About three seconds after I met you." She smiled. "You're very educational." The secret came out on a Tuesday. Isabella was in the attic, searching for old photo albums, when she found the box. It was tucked behind a stack of winter coats, covered in dust, its corners worn.

She and Tom slipped inside, moving toward the history section without drawing too much attention. Leila headed straight for the shelf where she’d found the book last time, her fingers brushing over the worn spines until she pulled it free. The title was innocuous enough — “Furniture of the Masters of Germany and Austria” — but the contents were anything but. She flipped through the pages quickly, scanning for the passage that caught her eye. There it was, buried halfway through the book. A reference to an ancient artifact, passed down through the centuries, believed to hold the key to ultimate power. Well, at least the old Germanic legend had claimed so. The Rulers had been searching for it

As we moved deeper into the mansion, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was stepping into something far more complicated than I’d expected. Something about this place, about Richard, about everything, felt heavy with secrets and expectations. And yet, I followed him. MAX POV I walked through the supermarket aisles, scanning the neatly arranged shelves until I found what I was looking for…a fruit bouquet. The bright colors of the fruits, expertly cut into flower shapes, made it look more like a gift than something edible. It was perfect. Mr. Johnson wouldn’t suspect a thing. I smirked as I picked it up, the weight of the bouquet firm in my hand. This little gift was more than just a token of

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

‘Eldora, there is a secret that has been passed down to each head of our family. Lock the door and windows. Insert the key into the book titled ‘Sleep, sweet child.’ Read the records. They will explain everything.’ “A secret?” I fumble the small key in my fingers as I follow the instructions. The door clicks shut, the windows are next, I draw the curtains close now only the bulbs offer light. “Sleep, sweet child… sleep, sweet child…” There are so many books here. “There you are!”