Treasure Cussler Novels & Stories

Summoning every ounce of strength left, I jumped on and tore off toward our hideout. I slammed the door shut behind me and crumpled to the floor, breathless. Blood oozed from my arm, but I had no time for that then. I opened my hand to reveal the prize: a pink diamond, glinting with an otherworldly glow. "It's here. Now talk," I said. Old Fox, ever the cool customer, took the diamond, inspected it briefly in the light, and then pulled out a sealed dossier from his desk. "Everything you need to know about your guy is right here."

Another distant howl echoed through the forest. More hunters approaching. Darius cursed quietly. “We’re getting surrounded.” Trevor looked stressed beyond survival now. “I miss normal problems.” Nobody answered him. Because honestly? Same. Cassian slowly reached inside his coat. Every wolf around me tensed instantly. Then he pulled out— a necklace. Silver moonstone. Old. Worn. My breath caught sharply. I knew that necklace. Not from memory. From dreams. Dreams I had my entire life. A woman holding me while moonlight touched silver stone.

I immediately leaned against the damp wall, kicking off my muddy shoes to keep the freezing water from soaking through my leather soles. “What are you doing?” Draven demanded, his voice tight as he took a step toward me. I looked up at my brother, shivering slightly from the draft. “My boots are ruined with mud, Draven. I’m not wearing wet leather all afternoon.” Cassius ignored our exchange entirely. His dark eyes locked onto Draven with predatory focus. “Now,” Cassius said, his voice dropping into a dangerous register that filled the narrow tunnel. “Tell me how your father smuggled weapons and cash through the subterranean market without the cartel catching him.”

She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-” “How can you say it is when you handed me a jade of information?!” She craned her neck, lost all the necessary excuses. She sigh after realizing I already frustrated. She ask with a bit of confussion, “How can the young lady realize my lies?” I sneered. “You really asking that? Really, how can you be a huntress?” She pondered about it, and it only cause my heart to shook with too much frustration. She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...”

It was getting long on top, but he kept it well-shaved on the bottom. I smiled as I ran my finger in a feather-like motion over his neck. He had a small mole on his collarbone, making him Look sexy. His tattoos on his chest, arms, and back were a mixture of things—everything he loved, from chemistry to wolves and his parent's names. Russell was the most mysterious guy I had ever met, which made him more intriguing than I could admit.

He never hid anything from me, which made what I found next a special kind of hell. I went straight to his bank transfers. Recipient: Carmen Rodriguez. Amount: $800,000. Memo: Deposit for the villa. My hand started to shake. It wasn’t just rage. It was a surge of adrenaline. A thrill, even. The kind you get when your body reacts before your brain can, knowing your life is about to blow up. I searched "Carmen" in his contacts and pulled up her social media. First post: an ultrasound photo. Caption: "My little angel, four months along."

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.

he said sneeringly, “But one thing is sure—you disgust me, Silver.” I turned to Amelia, a cold smirk tugged at her lips was unreadable as though her schemes under her sleeves were going well—to get Volvo for herself. Volvo Blackwood—An Alpha-blooded. Towering. Battle-scarred being. “Just leave.” ********** He stood close to the riverbank in nothing but black training trousers, his back shinning with sweat streaming down his skin. His shoulders were broad, tense. His silver eyes caught the moonlight, making him look like something carved from stone.

"I didn't realize you went for rich billionaires now. Your niche a few years ago was rebellious bad boys with a truckload of trauma behind them." I laughed, still ruffled from the encounter I had a few minutes ago. Grandma started ticking her fingers. "Mommy issues, daddy issues." She grinned. "You name it. You're an expert at this." My grandma could be funny when she wanted to be. "He has a kid, a daughter, and he lives in the wealthiest part of the town. I hear he's a billionaire. I mean, he owns multiple chains of hotels and restaurants and he just bought this restaurant from Mr. Wang."

A few I didn’t need to know. A pair of Moroccan twins, mercenaries turned private arms dealers, stopped by first. They both shook my hand, spoke in code, and grinned before moving on to their table without delay. Right after them came Hassan el-Nouri, diamond trade king and quiet assassin. He greeted me with a brief embrace, one of his guards watching us like a hawk.