Romans & histoires Treasures Stories

But I didn’t feel as if it would diminish my powers if I were to sell the ruby the forest gave me when I was most worried about my pack members not having to work anymore. It dawned on me that Grandma had said that she had kept all of the other treasures the forest had given her. “Where are they?” “Where are what?” Grandma asked, confused. She stood and walked back to the stove to stir whatever it was she was making. “The treasures. The ones you said you’ve collected.” I wondered if there was something else in there we could start with, to test out the theory that the forest didn’t want the treasures to leave the forest. In my mind, she wouldn’t have given them to any of us if she didn't wan

As Ethan, the human creature from another world, boasted about his vast treasure, his voice filled with excitement and mystery. "I have so much treasure, you won't believe it! Gold, diamonds, and other valuable items beyond your wildest dreams. And the best part is, I have nothing to lose! It's all safely stored in my bags," Ethan proudly declared to, Jessica, Lionel, and Henry, Jessica's eyes widened with curiosity, her mind envisioning the possibilities that this treasure could bring. "Wow, Ethan! That sounds incredible. Are you sure we can make use of it?" she asked, a hint of anticipation in her voice,

“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.” There were chuckles from around the room. We chuckled as well even though I hated it. This was a positively disgusting piece of bullshit. Buying people and forcing them to be bred for their genes or gifts. I personally wanted to rampage through this entire room, but I could not. Thankfully, Theo was sending steady waves of calm to me. “Each treasure wi

Dust and dirt surely were a normal part of caves, part of the nature of them. “Return the broom to the kitchen and begin sorting the treasure. Gold into one cave, gemstones into the other,” he instructed calmly the moment I ended my task, without raising his unusual violet eyes from the book. I regarded the impossible pile of treasure with dismay. It had taken a lot of labour to retrieve the items that had been scattered down the tunnel. To move this pile seemed an impossible task. It reminded me of the hearth stories of tasks princesses were set in order to retrieve from the Fae their stolen lovers. If it were a hearth story, I told myself, there would be three impossible tasks for the prin

The letter reminds me of a legend my mom always narrated to me before sleeping. Long ago, my ancestors travelled through the depths of time seeking survival from the fangs of dangers an aging world brings them. They sought for shelter that would protect them from blazing heat that pierces through their bodies – the world was too big to search for purpose. Once in a night, the M’ri stumbled upon a mountain reaching the depths of the stars. It was high enough to see how far they’ve gone, looking from its top as they gaze to the line that separates the land and the air. They sat circling around a bonfire, singing for their great feat that defied through time.

"Ms. Lux, you have been sleeping for 24 hours now. Meaning you slept for a day." My forehead furrowed even more. "What?" "You're body gave up because of stress, Ms. Lux. I guess you are pretty busy because you are a very famous model but, you also need to take care of your health. Especially since I know that your trauma attacks you when you are tired. You need rest, Ms. Lux. Better stay here until tomorrow." I looked at him confused. "What? What do you mean by trauma is attacking?” I know I'm stressed because of my photoshoot and runway, but I don't understand what he said.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

Joyce, post-stroke, endured partial paralysis; her once-mighty domain vanished overnight. That shattered Victorian-era porcelain musician figurine, after months of round-the-clock work by the nation's top restoration experts, was meticulously reassembled. Though not pristine, it stood reborn in the display case. Each fracture received a special gold inlay, gleaming under lights, as if silently narrating its ordeal and affirming our heritage's indomitable resilience. The American Heritage Treasures exhibit proceeded as planned, garnering unprecedented attention due to the scandal. Opening day drew throngs. From a hall corner, I observed the ceaseless visitors.

We will continue later, right baby? "Mhm! I will hurry up with your son now!" "Yes! Please do!" ******* Just like that, they built their sweet home with peace, joy and love! They did not stop loving and trusting each other, no matter what they passed through in their lives. THE END! ******** Thank you all for reading this book (Da D,wei's Treasure). I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did while writing it. You can check out my other stories and I hope you enjoy those ones as well.

“ I would love to stay and chat with you, but I’m kinda running out of time, so if you’ll just let me through, I’ll appreciate it.” “ That won’t be possible, behind these doors are treasures that were hidden for the purpose of preserving the earth and the beings on it. Each item is capable of rendering devastating damage to the earth and its inhabitants. Although they are referred to as ‘treasures of the wasteland', they are not actual gems or precious stones, but rather dangerous elements of destruction, if – ” “ Look – I really don’t have time for this, I just want the Crisient, once I have it I’ll be out of your hair.”