Treasure Hunters Novels & Stories

Once they were far away from the others, Daphne said, "We're actually strangers to each other. Those who wish to head into the mountain to hunt for treasure often gather in a square in Lupool. We will find other people to form a team to look out for each other during the treasure hunt. You need to be at least a level four profound master to join a team and have the bravery to embark on the treasure hunt!" At this point, she paused for a while. "Although we are a team, it's normal to kill each other or steal from each other when we found a treasure. It's not the first time it happened so most of the time we will be cautious of the other people and we won't disclose our level to them." That ex

They did not think it was possible for Wilbur to be so wealthy. However, the screenshot had proven them wrong, so Aite said, "Mister Penn, I apologize for my brashness with you just now. We do actually have detailed information on the treasure, including a map to get to it as well. That might sound ridiculous to you, but it's the truth. That treasure was actually left behind by a previous civilization. There's an entrance deep in the Vicente Primeval Forest that leads to an underground castle that the people from that previous civilization built to draw water from the great lake."

"I was separated from my team. They heard that someone had already found the coin--some student from Hawthorn. We'd stopped here to camp for the night and when I woke up this morning they were gone." "They left you?" I ask, suspicious. "Why would they do that?" "I had my tent pitched on the other side, away from everyone else. You know as much as I do." He spits on the ground. "You're that Tyr fellow, right? The one who had the tip on the coin being at this lighthouse? So are you going to give me a ride back to the mainland, or what?" A sour taste rises in my throat. Why would the Silver Hunters just take off? What could they be afraid of?

"Way ahead of you, babe." Too fatigued to entertain the idea of shoplifting at the moment—and recognizing that neither of us will yield when it comes to paying—we decide to split the bill evenly as soon as we reach the checkout lane, dividing the cost of groceries to $18.56 each. We settle the bill and, after a brief intimate encounter in Max's car—why not?—we return to his place, opting to watch "Anacondas: The Hunt for the Blood Orchid" as the first film of our 'N*****x and Chill' marathon for the night. "Damn. Why is it always the minority that ends up getting killed off first?" Max comments as a hefty anaconda emerges from the water and swallows Dr. Ben Douglas whole.

"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.

The process was quick, and soon we were making our way to the entrance of the Treasure Hunt House. The building loomed ahead, a towering Victorian-style mansion with an eerie, flickering glow from the lanterns lining the porch. Above the grand double doors, a large digital timer glowed in bold red numbers, counting down from an hour. The time limit for the hunt. The goal was simple. Groups entered separately, and the fastest ones to get the treasure won. We were split into two teams, Amari and Brandon went ahead first while Aaron and I followed. The game started off easy, a few riddles leading us through dimly lit hallways. The deeper we went, the more unsettling it became. Hidden doors, sud

They wore tattered, patchwork hazard suits, gas masks taped together with duct tape, and carried AK-47s that looked like they had been dug out of the mud. "Stalkers," Finch whispered. "Scavengers. Illegal treasure hunters. They live in the Zone. They hunt for 'Artifacts'—objects altered by the anomalous energy of the Vault." "Are they Council?" Jack asked. "No," Finch said. "They are worse. They are desperate. They kill for filter cartridges and canned beef." There were six of them. They were moving in a loose formation, tracking something. "They're tracking us," Marcus realized. "They found our boot prints in the mud."

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

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.