Dragon Cussler Novel Novels & Stories

Frustration mounted in him as he tried to find a clue. *** Neil Titus, a demon, and the director of the Shadow Crawlers, sat with a grim look as his dark eyes scanned the reports. His thick brown hair was combed back, and his posture radiated concern. With a loud sigh, he got up and smoothed the tailored suit.

How could a werewolf help her with Joanna? "Tyrone Wells. He does not mean to be judging, Rose...er...Miss Cristian." the man beside Tyrone answered instead. If Tyrone was huge, this man was the complete opposite. Rose had never seen someone as scruffy as him. His glasses were crooked in ways she didn’t even think was possible, and his clothes hung loosely on him. But his nails were painted blue and almost every inch of his skin was covered in tattoos, making him look dangerous. He was also obviously a wizard. "Who--" Rose started, but she was again cut off.

I stopped by the bookcases lined two of the walls, the books ranking both alphabetically and by subjects of academic interest- physics for Alyssa and languages for Cammie. The comfy cushion facing a giant-size plasma TV and a sound system. The cream-colored suite that smells of delicious flora and the scent of two teenage girls. "Are you ready to talk now?" Cammie said. I took a deep nervous breath. "Nobody's found out about this," I started, "except me." "Just tell me whatever it is, Viv," "Jacques is the cause of all these mysterious collapses in our school," I went straight to the point. Cammie looked at me dumbfounded.

Chapter 40: Deepening Corruption The air in Draven’s volcanic chamber hung thick and heavy, laced with the sharp bite of sulfur and the unmistakable musk of raw, relentless sex. Sera lay sprawled across the massive obsidian slab that served as his bed, her soft, sweat-slicked body still trembling from the last brutal round. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with ragged breaths, nipples dark and swollen from hours of rough handling. Her thick thighs were sticky with dragon cum that kept leaking from her abused pussy no matter how tightly she tried to clench.

Maybe because it would have been impossible to get her in the night. “Don Dragon will never be released. The only reason we kept him alive is that he has the information we need,” Casper said calmly. In the worst sense, he would cause chaos and take the bullets to find a way for Jenna to escape but he wasn’t ready to give in to a drug lord. Don Dragon was known to be a best friend of Lord Night. He terrorized El Salvador but Casper ignored him till he tried to traffic a group of women when he was caught by Caddaric under the mask and put in a dungeon because he held valuable information about the Dons involved in the same business. It was the reason why he was still alive.

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

When’s the last time she stood at all? Dru reaches towards the coffee pot, her wrist flicking toward the stained metal, and Dragon’s hand catches hers. His hand closed over hers, thumb brushing her pulse point—a mechanic’s touch, checking for life. Not grabbing, claiming, like she’s a trophy. Callouses. Like the ones Louise’s men had—but theirs reeked of motor oil and regret. Dragon’s smelled like saddle soap and lemongrass. His fingers brush her skin like he’s handling a prayer candle. A question, not a demand. She nods. He pours. Slow. Careful. Like he’s memorizing the weight of the pot, the steam, her breath. And her? She doesn’t pull away.

I sip my water, though my hands are trembling, and pretend my world hasn’t already tilted on its axis. Cassian doesn’t move away. He doesn’t touch me either. He just stands there, close enough that I can smell leather and smoke and something else. Sandalwood? And I think. This is how it starts. This is how you lose yourself.

The documents felt heavier than mere paper—potential keys to unlocking a hidden past, correcting old wrongs, and perhaps bringing healing to their fractured family. As they began the drive home under the afternoon sun, the CRV now carrying both passengers and precious answers, Eloise stared out at the passing scenery. The colors of the sky had shifted once more, from dawn’s hopeful hues to the steady gold of midday. Whatever revelations awaited them in those documents, they would face them together—prepared, as always, for the new morning yet to come. The afternoon slipped away faster than they anticipated. Darkness descended prematurely, turning the winding mountain road into a ribbon of sh

A Dukes' mansion. One side of my mouth curled. Enoch's hand fumbled with the keys, cursing under his breath. Now drenched with the rain, my body edged forward, just behind the drunkard. I stood a good head taller than the bloodsucker; I would end this quickly, only because Odessa waited for us at home in a crying state. My dragon growled, fangs dropped suddenly, flipping him over on his back against the iron bars. Blood red eyes stared back at me, clenching his keys to his chest.