The Treasure Hunter Book Novels & Stories

Gathering his composure, he processes the words of the riddle, and with unwavering confidence, he signs his response, "Sea anemone." The guardian nods her massive head, her eyes scanning the group with a watchful gaze. With a sudden and swift movement that appears as if she is striking, her massive head stops just short of Hunter. Flicking out her tongue to taste the water around him, she gathers her presence once more. Her melodious voice fills the water as she presents her next riddle, "A treasure rare, not made of gold, forged in trust, a story yet untold. Side by side, we face life's trials. What am I, that brings joy and smiles?"

"So this must be the famous guest everyone's been talking about." "People have been talking about me?" Pearl blinked. "Of course," the baker said enthusiastically. "Our prince rode into dangerous ruins with a mysterious young woman." He lowered his voice dramatically. "You can't expect a village to ignore something like that." Evren rubbed a hand over his face. "I knew this would happen." "The rumors must be incredible," Finn laughed. "You have no idea." "And who's this?" the baker asked, eyeing Finn. "I'm Finn. A treasure hunter."

All his attention stayed on me. “You are safe now my treasure,” he said in that low rough voice. His thumb pressed deeper into the plush flesh of my belly and I shivered. “I burned the old hoard for us. I never want to look back. That cave was just stone and gold. You are my home now.” I swallowed hard. The memory of the flames swallowing his centuries of treasure still made my chest tight. He had given up everything for my soft chubby body and I still did not know if I could stay.

It should be! Should I open it? Should I? Or should I change my clothes first? Nevermind. I should open it now. I'm so excited! I always read about mystery and some of them is detective stories and there will be always about treasure chest! I read some of it. They were in an island and there was a game about finding treasures. On the way they solved many cases before actually finding the 'real' treasure but when they arrive, there were poisons surrounding the area ended up the people who organize the game was thieves who wants to take the treasure that is left by the owner of the island!

A silver heels caught her attention and she picked those with a matching little silver purse. As Regina approached the cashier to make her purchase, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. As she stretched the card to the female cashier, she looked at the card and looked at Regina and said, " This is a platinum express card! Whomever gave must really like you." Regina just ignored her and took her purchase and left. *** A week later

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

"Maybe it'll keep you awake. Or scare you more so that sleep eludes better." His hand hovered over the bronze clasp of the drawer as he pulled the book to him. He knew Nathaniel would be livid if he pried into his papers...but that was a small risk if these pages yielded nothing. Still. This time, new information danced before him. Rather like a good novel, he saw different things. The words were blurred as if water had made the ink run. A high possibility when all was considered. '...a mighty Great President of Hell, having thirty legions of demons under his command...he giveth true answers about hidden treasures; he reveals where serpents can be seen and delivers them harmless...'

The runes ignited, one by one, in violet fire. The air thickened. Wind howled. The soil trembled beneath their feet. And then—the altar cracked open. A blinding surge of light shot upward, tearing through the mist. The ground split, and a small obsidian chest rose from within, glowing faintly red. Inside lay a single black-bound book wrapped in silver chains—the Book of the Damned. Kael stepped forward slowly. “After all this time…” He reached toward it— —and the forest screamed. A flare of silver light cut through the trees as figures emerged from the mist—The Order. Dozens of cloaked hunters, blades drawn, crossbows gleaming with runes.

That day when we saw each other inside that stall but he automatically look away and ignored my whole existence. I skim through the pages and like the usual, I ignore some leaf pages and messages of the Author. I flip directly towards the first part of the book and saw a very eye-catching phrase. “Hidden Treasure.” I whispered and started reading the few paragraphs under that title. *** Once upon a time, there was a man named Jack Gilbert, who was not related to me—unfortunately for me. Jack Gilbert was a great poet, but if you’ve never heard of him, don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault. He never much cared about being known. But I knew about him, and I loved him dearly from a respectfu

His companions were not far behind him and in the blink of an eye they were gone, leaving their drinks behind. Cathy threw her hands in the air. “Great! Now they have the rest of my money and I have half my orders.” “Teddy get Frank to get three trucks of our best wine and beers over here now.” Teddy went off to carry out his order while Theodore wiped his hands and with a smirk winked at Taylor who despite her boss’s obvious dislike of the man, blushed. Cathy rolled her eyes. The man was a charmer but she knew the truth about him. He was a dangerous Hunter who abducted and slit throats for a living. The kind of person she didn’t want around her.