The Treasure Hunter Book Novels & Stories

A shadow emerged from behind a gnarled oak, and I was ready to strike—until I saw him. Hunter. Dressed in a loose tunic, a satchel slung across his shoulder, he grinned at me like this was any other day. “Fancy seeing you two here.” I exhaled sharply, lowering my weapon. “Hunter, what the hell are you doing here?” He held up a weathered sketchbook. “Would you believe me if I said I came to draw the ruins? The landscapes here are—” “—dangerous,” I finished, stepping toward him. “This place isn’t some scenic retreat. Harper and Layla are hiding somewhere in these ruins, and we don’t know what kind of traps they’ve set.”

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

Looking at the treasure in front of him, he quickly searched through and recognized the treasure since he had read many books regarding alchemy. "That's - that's the legendary Fire Pheonix Snow Lotus!" he exclaimed.

“Sweet, spicy, chocolate.” “Stop sniffing. It’s the dessert.” I entered my office. “No. You’re lying, brother. We don’t do that. What’s going on? Your texts seemed urgent.” “Because it is.” I sat at my desk and showed him the finger in the jar. “Holy shit.” He picked it up, and he immediately knew it. “How is this possible?” “Someone is treasure hunting. Did you notice any case like this in Maine?” He shook his head and took a seat across from me. “No. Should we be worried?”

Her eyes fell on a book with a black cover, the gold letters reading: “The Art of Breaking Chains.” She pulled it free, curiosity winning, and curled into his leather chair. The chair was far too big for her, swallowing her small frame, but she felt oddly safe in it. Before she realized, her eyelids grew heavy. The book slipped onto her lap as she drifted into sleep. Hunter returned late, his mood thunderous after the ring, after Geret. His mind was sharp, his body burning with violence he hadn’t been able to unleash fully. But the instant he stepped into the quiet house, he sought her.

It seemed desolate, as if Jeniece had never come back since that day. A rusted rack caught his attention, and upon it lay a pile of books, their covers worn and edges worn. He reached for one, its brittle pages crumbling in his hands, each page stained with the yellow hue of age. These books, ancient and forgotten, held secrets that had been hidden in plain sight, truths we had been blind to. Just as Hunter began to delve into the faded words, a shiver ran down his spine. He wasn't alone. Instinctively, he spun around, his whip slicing through the air with deadly speed. But before the whip could find its mark, it was caught mid-strike.

That's why he's my favorite, Becca said, and I snorted. Aris couldn't help but laugh smugly, and then Biel frowned as he turned a page in the book. “What is it?” I asked, and Biel showed me a picture of a ship with the grimoire painted on its stern. At that moment I felt the grimoire heat up. “You've got to be kidding me,” Biel said as I felt the grimoire get hotter. Drago walked over to us and read the book. “The lost treasure has been sought after for millennia; it is one of the most magnificent legends in our history and one of the reasons the shores of Uates are so visited by sailors from all over the world,” Drago said.

Even Adrian got involved. Reasonable. Accidentally. God. Then Elena joined. Fair. Then Peanut. Reasonable honestly. Although Peanut mostly stole clues. God. A valuable contribution. Fair. Very valuable. Reasonable. Then finally— God. After nearly two hours— Fair. They found the treasure. Reasonable honestly. A small wooden box. God. Hidden beneath a bench overlooking the ocean. Fair. The final reward. Reasonable. Then Lily opened it. God. Slowly. Fair. Carefully.

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it