Dragon Cussler Novel Novels & Stories

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.

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I’m sure it will take time to adjust, but I know Tru will adapt. We sit next to each other on the couch, and Tru asks, “What would you like to do tonight? You said the books aren’t completely accurate. Could the inaccuracies be clues or misinformation? Maybe an error in translation?” I shake my head, “I don’t know. I think a vampire wrote the books.” Tru gives me a curious look, so I continue, “The inaccuracies are things only the main royal dragons would know. It could be a companion to one of the dragons that didn’t join the gathering.”

I looked at Big Boss still whimpering on the floor. “Come on.” I said and dragged him to the end of the corridor where the fire exit is. Upon reaching to the ground, I heard gunshots inside and I looked back. I can see Black Dragon running in the middle of the gunshots! It’s as if he didn’t fear of dying! He held guns on each hand now, aiming and firing left and right as he passed. And in seconds, silence followed. All Big Boss’ men were dead soaking on their own blood. Then I saw Black Dragon picking something and put it on his pocket. He then looked straight at me and nodded. I headed outside still dragging Big Boss. The two guards are not there anymore. Then Black Dragon spoke beside me.

she turned away from me again, running her fingers down the spines of a few water-warped novels. You. "The one behind my desk," I answered. "It's my favorite." Evelyn looked over my desk at the worn down novel, the years and years of use made it delicate. She stroked a gentle finger over the cover. "It looks well-loved." "Do you have a favorite book, Evelyn?" I asked, leaning back at the table, our dirty dishes stacked neatly, ready for a cabin boy to take them away in the morning. She glanced at me from over her shoulder, a smile pulling on the corners of her lips. A devious smirk that screamed indignance. "I do. It's called, 'The Art of Profanity'."

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The dark flames erupted instantly upon contact, rushing through the creature's external scales and incinerating its internal organs in a fraction of a second. The colossal beast didn't even have time to shriek; its entire body halted mid-air, rigid and smoking, before exploding into a cloud of fine ash and glowing embers that drifted lazily into the dark water. ​I lowered my fist, watching the last sparks fade into the gloom. The power coursing through my veins was real, absolute, and completely overwhelming. ​Deep within my consciousness, a low, approving hum vibrated from the Dragon Emperor. ​Not bad, boy,Ignis noted, his tone carrying a rare hint of satisfaction.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

“I know you have a crush, and I don’t blame you. He is so crushable.” “When the world goes up in flame, Vera Rhys, only the real dragons survive the fire. I am a real dragon. You are not.” “What the heck is this little headache?” Nova grunted. ”For a virgin, he sure has a lot of women who want their talon in his sweet, sexy ass...” I snorted. The kid glared at me as she pulled out what looked like a very pretty, very sharp dagger. Maybe not a kid, at all!

We heard an ungodly roar and when I turned around, the most magnificent beast I have ever seen was in front of me spewing fire at our enemies. Ezra's dragon was beautiful, dark onyx with red lining his scales and the underside of his wings were red. He was huge and was taking out handfuls of demons at once. Then we heard noises behind us and there was the demons' main force with Beherit leading them. They swarmed in on us and we went back to fighting. There were so many of them that they were starting to gain the advantage. Rainn went down to his knee, and I ran for him. Something inside me told me to pull energy from him but I was afraid that it would weaken him too much.