Treasure Hunter Books In Order Novels & Stories

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.

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

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.

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.

I took my time reading, and another hour went by. On finishing the third book, I realised I hadn’t read them in the right order. It seemed Finding the One was the first book, followed by The Claiming Rites, and then Under the Red Moon. This was a trilogy that needed to be read in the right order. I stared closely at the books and found the numbers on them written on each book from one to three, just like I arranged them. These numbers were written on the drawn-out full moon on the bottle right of the book’s front page, and, being set beside each other in the formal order, the full moon glowed.

You get your mate and it changes your life. This book will merge with book 1. Hunter and Hannah's journey is in book 3. Will take place when he gets home and wakes up. Look for Book 3 to the series August 1st

It was like a never-ending cycle. With the twins' help, we could hack into the minister's timetable and found out he had a work trip scheduled at the end of the week. This would be our first opportunity to go after him undetected, as the minister was staying at a secluded resort at the top of a mountain in Sweden. I had flown my men out to capture him. However, by the time we got there, the minister was already tied up in his room, with a note in his mouth from the Huntress. There was a puddle of blood on the floor below his seat, which showed that whoever this Huntress was, had gotten to him at least an hour before we got here.

I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth, considering my options as I drifted through to the kitchen. I brought my hand to my throat as the kettle boiled. I couldn’t sit at home doing nothing, but my options were limited: train, or research. Idly, I pulled the necklace free again, gently lifting its weight with my fingertips. The book Cyrus had given me was tucked safely in my bag; perhaps that would give me some clue as to what the necklace was. His words had confused me: “Just in case.” Just in case of what, exactly? No matter how close I got to the truth, Cyrus would, at some level, always remain a mystery. Perhaps he liked it that way – maybe his cryptic words and unusual gifts were h

“Evan? What did she do to you!?” To be continued... This story carries on in book four, Heartbroken By A Hunter. I hope you're enjoying it so far xxx

“Let’s skip the formalities, shall we? Just call me Jones. Everyone else does.” I nodded my head again, but didn’t say anything. He waited for me to speak for a moment and then he gestured to the inner office. “Shall we?” I followed him in and took a seat. He slid a very thick folder over to me. “You will find all the information I have in here. The pack is located in the Munshore Valley which is over the mountain over there.” He waved his hands towards the north. I would have to ask the driver to point it out to me.