Treasure Hunters Novels & Stories

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

His blue eyes searched mine as if he wanted to make sure every word entered my head properly. “You should look at me,” he said. “You should only stare at me. There is no one here but me because whether you understand it now or not, you are the only treasure I have.” I was left completely speechless. I could only stare at him as my heartbeat pounded harder inside my chest. Treasure? What in the world was Reign trying to say?

This was where they usually go first if they wanted information, or news pertaining to the whereabouts of the whole West region. Hail O was a prestigious yet infamous place for bounty hunters. It had separate branches from each region running illegally in the darkest alleys of the most notorious towns. The owner was actually pretty acquainted with Kaizer, he was one of the elite soldiers of his father - the drunkard spear master, O Haden. "Where's your master?" Kaizer didn't waste any time for a greeting. He leaned aggressively at the bar counter and asked for O Haden.

She stared at her brother for a good few seconds processing the information he’d just given her. “Werewolves, as in shapeshifters?” She’d read enough fantasy novels to know what werewolves were, but she couldn’t fathom that they were real. “It’s a lot to take in, but yes, shapeshifters do exist.” Digesting the information, Star nodded. “Okay, what about them?” Once again the three men across from her shared a look before her fathers answered. “To the world, we are known as a security detail. The truth is, we are Hunters.” It took a moment of confusion before it all clicked into place.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

Racing towards my teams trap I didn’t notice when he appeared Infront of me, skidding to a stop I dropped down and narrowly avoided his clutches, I rolled to the side jumped up and got close enough to my team to know that he was surrounded. Our target Prince Dagon was a ruthless killer and thousands of years old, not that he showed it. I braced myself for his attack, but he paused and looked at me, confused. “Why do you run from me? You are my Bride.”

Each piece of the puzzle brought us closer to the heart of the mystery, igniting a fire within us that burned brighter with every discovery. As we traveled from one exotic location to another, our journey took us to bustling markets in Marrakech, where we haggled with merchants for rare artifacts and ancient maps. We wandered through ancient temples in Cambodia, tracing the faded inscriptions that hinted at a hidden treasure. We ventured into the dense jungles of the A****n, where we encountered tribes who guarded ancient knowledge. Throughout our travels, we encountered a diverse cast of characters, each with their own motivations and secrets. Some became our allies, sharing their knowledge

Written right across the front in bold, black letters were the words: **THE THORNE PACK TREASURE HUNT. I frowned, my eyebrows pulling together. The Thorne Pack treasure hunt? What the heck did that even mean? Since when did my pack have a treasure hunt? Well, I was about to find out. With shaking fingers, I flipped the document open. My eyes went wide, and my entire body froze solid. It wasn't a treasure hunt at all. Right there on the first page was a highly detailed architectural blueprint—a map showing exactly how Adrian and his father planned to build a massive, underground tunnel leading from the Blackwood pack territory all the way across the border into the Thorne Pack.

The maid complied, revealing a skull inside. The guests gasped in shock. "What an inauspicious gift!" one whispered. "How could the Princess present this to the Emperor on his birthday?" another muttered. Shama ignored the murmurs and addressed the Emperor. "Your Majesty, I present you with the great treasure of my clan as a gift for your birthday. It is a dragon's skull, a thousand-year-old heirloom. It is said to have the power to cure any illness. Keep it in your most cherished place, and it will bring you good fortune. I bestow it upon you today, Your Majesty, in the hope that you live a long and healthy life."