The Wild West Treasure Hunt Novels & Stories

He started taking the bottle straight away and he fell asleep in my arms. He drank the whole bottle and I laid him on the couch next to me while I had my book with me and the laptop. “What are you doing?” He asked, looking over my shoulder. “I’m trying to find anything in relation to the werewolf royal family crest.” I said. “Have you found anything?” He asked. “I’m not sure.” I said. “What do you mean?” He asked. “I was looking through all posts of castles that have been abandoned around the United States. A picture came up of one castle in California. But when people went to go and see it, tour the castle because they think it’s haunted, it was gone. Like it just vanished.” I said.

Alpha Timothy walked out to the microphone to the side of the stage. “I would like to welcome everyone to the Hidden Treasures Auction. Every treasure is of ranked blood or have gifts. They are premium stock from strong bloodlines, perfect for breeding or gift manipulation. One of the gifts tonight is telekinesis. Imagine what you could do with your pack if it was bred to act as guards in defense of your pack.”

They gathered around Victor, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, eager to prove their worth and claim the coveted prize. With the scent of Isadora still fresh in the air, the trackers set off, their senses honed and their determination unwavering. They left no stone unturned, following every trail and scouring every inch of the city. The hunt was on, and the city became a playground for their skills and expertise. As they set out into the wilderness, the hunt took on a life of its own. Rumors of the legendary reward spread like wildfire, drawing even more attention and interest. It was a competition of wits and strength, a race against time to find the elusive Luna.

Jazmine winked at me, letting me know there really wasn't any treasure. I giggled at the odd bunch. Hands covered in dirt, scraped knees, and muddy faces. It reminded me of a time long ago. A time when my own sister and I had hunted for treasure. Of course, we were actually hunting for treasure. "Well we better get searching." I beamed at them. We ran through the forest, the kids screeching that they found a new trail. Remy holding onto my hand the whole time. A giant smile lighting up her face.

I was grateful that no one else from the pack was a victim of Hunt's wolfsbane induced ice cream. Each pack member was saddled with a role in finding Hunt's current hideout. Some of them were to keep eyes on the environs of the honey land park, another group were to scout the woods, while the others were to hang around the few restaurants, taverns, and bars scattered around Westwood. There was a probability that someone connected to Hunt could be scented in any of those places. Everyone was to assume their positions the next morning.

“Okay, okay, whatever. You, Zein, tell me why you’re not having breakfast with us?” “Didn’t you hear it, mother? My dear brother is-” “That's enough, Antonio!” Zein sighed. “Seems like someone is interested in buying the old ranch and wants to buy the land around to make it a new Hacienda. I need to find out who is the one interested in that place.”

He handed me his phone, and I got a few results, i said, "There are so many in here," "What is it?" "Tubing." "Okay, we'll add that to our list of locations to visit today. Next?" "How about foot passage?" "Pass. Would you like to?" "Nah. What about going snowshoeing? "All right, next?" "Stargazing?" "That has already been done." "Beach night?" "I've done that as well." "Wait, are you taking me out based on this website?" "Um… What's next on the agenda?"

Lord Barbenheim had the final say in Grayvale, and he could easily destroy the Wyatt family. “If you tell me where the treasure is, I can spare you,” Lord Barbenheim said icily. “Do you mean it?” Amara’s eyes lit up. “I’m a man of my word,” Lord Barbenheim said. “Alright. I’ll tell you where the treasure is to protect my family.” Then, as if Amara had made a huge decision, she pointed at Dustin and cried out shrilly, “My father gave the treasure to Dustin! He’s the only one who knows where it is!”

Summoning every ounce of strength left, I jumped on and tore off toward our hideout. I slammed the door shut behind me and crumpled to the floor, breathless. Blood oozed from my arm, but I had no time for that then. I opened my hand to reveal the prize: a pink diamond, glinting with an otherworldly glow. "It's here. Now talk," I said. Old Fox, ever the cool customer, took the diamond, inspected it briefly in the light, and then pulled out a sealed dossier from his desk. "Everything you need to know about your guy is right here."

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.