Dragon Cussler Novel Novels & Stories

Daniel grabs the butcher by the hair, pushing his face into the wooden table. "I suggest you start addressing your king with some respect." Daniels's voice is gruff, coming out almost animalistic. Looking closely at him, I see a glow to his eyes that I have never seen before. Rage is coming off him in waves. I study his demeanor for a moment before it hits me, the glow in his eyes is just like that of a raging dragon. Dragons when upset their eyes take on a deep glow.

She wouldn’t even entertain the chance to think about being near them. She quickly checked the messages on the phone, said goodbye to Mathew and Mike, again and turned it off. She pulled a book out of her purse and she didn't even notice when they took off. "What are you reading, if I may ask, ma’am?" Her companion's voice snapped her out from her ‘literature land’. She looked at him from behind the glasses. “A novel.” She replied but realized that she was being rude. "A book written by a well-known American adventure writer, Clive Cussler." She said in a slightly more pleasant tone.

Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her. “Oh my god, oh my god,” her breathing was becoming erratic, her heart beating like a rabbit, as she watched the incredible vision unfold before her. “Madchen, it’s ok,” Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this??

"Since that's the case, then I think I should inform you Cassidy liked to torture her preys before finally killing them. She buried a lot of people like me to suffer us then kill us at her leisure time. Fortunately for us and unfortunately for her, she was killed off and it took a few decades for the spellbinding us to the grave to loosen." As soon as Chad finished, Crassus walked into the room. Upon seeing the look on his face, Drexa knew something was off. "What is it?" "Someone crept into the compound and stole a relic and the body of Terry." Crassus reported. "Which of the relics?" She asked. "The little dragon you often kept with your precious things." Drexa froze. The relic she used in

He paused briefly, inhaling before continuing, "When I heard you screaming, I was intrigued. I couldn't resist checking if you needed help. That's when I found you at the bottom of the gully, covered in mud and blood." Alena finished fiddling with the bandages and she looked up at Caleb with concern. "What exactly happened out there, Caleb?" Caleb glanced at the stranger, then back at Alena. “I was being chased… by a wolf, a very large wolf. I've never seen anything like it. I panicked and ran into the woods. That's when I fell down the gully and got this.” Caleb said, gesturing to his chest. “The next thing I remember was waking up in bed with you watching over me."

He reached up into a cabinet, pulling out the first mug he saw, and filled it with coffee. Colton finished the section he was reading, closed the book using his finger as a bookmark, and then shifted in his seat so he could face Ezra. "Actually, I'm reading a book Milli recommended on moonstones." Ezra turned, one eyebrow cocked. "That's a thick book to be just about moonstones." He lifted his coffee cup to his lips and took a sip. As he lowered the cup, holding it at waist level, he glanced out the window to the morning sun. "How did the night go? Everything remain quiet?"

I wish I pepper-sprayed him more until he lost his sight, he deserves it. *** After cursing him nonstop, I ended up feeling bored and grabbed a novel from the bookshelves. I found myself sitting on my bed and reading it. All of a sudden, I felt kind of bored and closed the book. A thought of my family rushed to my mind and my chest tightened, my eyes burned. I know they wouldn’t worry about me or even give a damn about me being alive or dead but I miss them. I don’t know whether I will be able to see them ever again, I hope they are alright.

Simultaneously, Luciano matched my movements, the shimmering metal in his hand was focused on me. “Let’s not be hasty now.” He grinned slyly with a tilt of his head. “If you come near her again,” I growled, pressing my finger gently against the trigger. I wasn’t above making this man hurt, hell, I wasn’t above killing the douche canoe. He laughed deeply,“I was wondering when the real Cruz would return.” A demonic look plagued his features for a moment. “How do you know me?” I asked, dropping my pistol lower. Luciano placed his gun back on the desk. The exchange seemed to make him comfortable, almost as if it was normal to him. Reclining in his chair with his hands clasped together he spoke w

She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall. Fueled by anger, the Phoenix flew directly into the red dragon, slicing his neck open. He tried to sink his teeth into her, and she kicked him with both feet. He quickly sunk his talon into her thigh, and she screeched in pain. The dragon hit her in the head with his powerful tail and knocked her out. Cyrus had her now, and he took off with her in his talons.

Slowly, deliberately, I released the lock. The door clicked open, a warm light falling across the hallway—and into the storm that was my life. He entered slowly, each step measured, his gaze immediately finding me and the silver burn on my arm. His eyes lingered, sharp and calculating, tracing the lines of the wound as if reading a story he already half-understood. Not a word passed between us, yet the air thrummed with tension.