Dragon Cussler Novel Novels & Stories

I scream, attempting to rush towards her but the wolf blocks my path then he jumps into the air and launches at me. I let out an ear slipping scream before everything went blank before my eyes. *~* (DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW) I find Vance quickly, sipping from a glass of wine and legs spread widely at the vip section of the bar. I occupy the sofa in front of him and pour myself a glass of wine. “How have you been, little nephew?” I tease. He rolls his eyes. “The joke isn't funny, Damein,”

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

The second he adjusted her closer— The glow dimmed slightly. The old doctor noticed immediately. His face went pale. “No…” Roberto’s eyes snapped toward him. “You know something.” The old man hesitated. Roberto’s voice dropped lower. “Speak.” The threat in that single word made the entire room tense. The doctor swallowed visibly. “The necklace,” he whispered shakily. “The old stories said it binds itself to bloodlines.” Roberto’s expression remained cold. But something dangerous sharpened behind his eyes. “What stories?” The old man looked terrified to continue.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

I could not allow Marcus to go forth though, not yet. He moved quickly, faster than me in fact, still kissing me, enveloping me in a hug, but his gentleness was over. The dragon took over, albeit not coming fully. He slammed me passionately to the wall, his tongue commanding me, taking what was his, his warm breath trailing over my neck. I felt he was excited in every way, his bulge trying to rip through his pants, his voice shaking.. “Cassius…. Hmmm… I … I do not know what I am doing.. I… I have never .. Never before..” he managed to mumble along in between our passionate moans. I flipped him over quickly, starting to kiss his neck, trailing kisses down his back, ripping his shirt in the pr

I need more juice. "Time to face my karma again." He said to himself while cleaning himself up and the gem. * Cai Kang and Kurai continue reading without much interruption but they read by chapters and compare notes before reading onto the next in silence. The book is the abridged version and around thirteen chapters detailing successful dragon kings although the details are more on the originals.

He brought him somewhere unknown and he growled and ran towards the Cave, in his head he was chanting for their mate. Adrian entered the cave in hurry and finally saw Elysian, laying on top of a werewolf, getting raped brutally by five men on the floor. A loud growl snapped the five men, they quickly pulled away from the unconscious figure of Elysian and looked at Adrain in fear, the wolves freaked out to see a huge dragon glaring at them, how the fuck there was a dragon here?! While the three wolves knew they will die that day. No one should mess with Adrian, as they have witnessed the death itself, for they have met the legend they have only heard the stories about. The dragon.

He released the breath he’d absent-mindedly held when he was satisfied that she was fine. “You’re hurt!” Tara exclaimed as she rushed to Dennis’ side. “How?” she asked as she touched his bandaged chest. “Ouch! Be careful,” he moaned. “I’m not sure what happened. I was walking through the grove and... I don’t really know. Something attacked me.” Dennis’ face was pale and gaunt as he told his tale to the room. “It was this ugly, indescribable thing. It had the head of a wolf and the body of a huge cat. What would you even call something like that, a wolf-cat? I’m not sure.”