Treasure Cussler Novels & Stories

The one they don't like to end, but Nebelwächter looked at him from under long and thick eyebrows like spiders giants, he was one of their dealers with whom he met so that he could venture out and collect gold and some pieces of trophies and quasar’s. He collected for lack of a better word, by raiding castles and tombs of ancient rulers in which he took the treasure pieces of crown jewels he collected, with the best excuse for plundering ancient fortresses or castles. -Anyway. He said, in his last adventure. "They won't miss it. – Then going back to your house. That's how he got credit cards, supported his family, managed to pay for pleasure, and no one would be needed and no one needed to k

Cassandra roll her eyes at the commentary not being a least bit interested in the hot man they are talking about. Honey: who is that sexy man by the way? She asks dreamily. Jack: oh he is the racer who won the hot wheels season 2, 3 and 4. He was recently hired by these new investors so he is today here on this track. He tells cheerfully. Honey: what is his name? Jack: ladies and gentlemen lets welcome the hot wheels winner ETHAN MILLER on the track! he exclaims joyfully. Honey: so what do you think Jack how this match gonna be?

The white sparkle was gone and she knew the curse was no more. She swayed on her feet when the huge double doors burst open and there stood Hunter with Rasmus, Luca, and Draken. Her eyes fell on the slit on Hunter's eyebrow from where the blood was oozing out before their eyes met. Jade pearls gazed into hazel dunes and tingles ran down their spines. Hunter inhaled sharply and her heart dropped smelling the most pleasant scent. The hidden part of herself whispered the truth gently in her mind while Hunter growled in absolute disbelief. "MATE!"

Cassian laughed, handed him a pistol, and said, “If your God loves you, tell Him to pull the trigger before I do.” The priest pulled it. Empty chamber. Cassian’s shot wasn’t. Another night, he personally executed the head of the Vasquez cartel for “insufficient tribute.” Then danced barefoot through the man’s wine cellar, humming La Donna È Mobile. It wasn’t madness. It was calculus. He was taking over broken empires to build a weapon of mass destruction—something ancient, tribal, unrelenting. He seized the remnants of the Andalusian Moretti allies in Córdoba. Took over the Da Cruz operation in Lisbon. Bribed and broke the ribs of old Russian arms smugglers who once supplied the De Rossis.

Elena whispered, her silver blade flashing in the amber light of the enemy fires. From the dark shadows of the ravine trail, twenty black-clad hunters materialized from the fog, their steel plate armor reflecting the eerie, corpse-like glow of the chemical fire. In the center of the line, his silver cloak untouched by the driving sleet, stood Cassian Vale. In his right hand, he carried a long, thin glass vial filled with a silver-veined fluid—the precise extraction compound of the King's blood-smiths.

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

Delatorre's room since there are a lot of flower decors around, including the wall. But the whole room was still elegant even though it does have strong feminine touches all over the place. It just took me a couple of hours to tidy it up and I proceed to room number two. Books, books, and books were everywhere. That was the first sight that welcomed me in this room and I'm pretty sure who owned this one, that would be Duke since Miss Portia mentioned that he is the bookworm in the family. I just never expected that he is this kind of bookworm that his room looks like a library. It is not hard for me to clean his room since almost everything is in place. I'm already getting tired and hungry w

He stood up, rounding his desk to where she stood facing straight forward. “There's a man in Mexico city. A very powerful man that threatens my position as the top worldwide.” His voice lowers to almost a whisper, the strong breathy smell of toba**o fanning her face. “Don Antonio Alvarez. You will infiltrate his mansion and assassinate him quietly. No mistakes.” Her head shot up. “Another don?” Darius’ brow lifted slightly. “Are you perhaps hesitant right now?” His voice dipped lethally. “I'm not,” Alina said quickly.

Regardless, Rey quickly jogged over before having a look at the tombstone… It took him a while, but eventually, Rey replied, “Well… It contains information about this tomb’s owner, Mr. Crawford! From what I’ve gathered, the owner of the tomb goes by Talias Yah, and he was a general in an ancient country called Zanekh… To think that the tomb of such a great general could be found within Mount Dakriont… How stupefying!” Upon hearing that, Gerald immediately knew that they couldn’t touch anything in here. After all, triggering a trap in such a high-profile tomb would surely spell their doom… As he was thinking of that, the corner of Gerald’s eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar symbol o

I thought that I would feel something, but I didn't. How could I not feel something? I just killed the woman that was made for me to love and nothing. I began to wonder if she was my destined mate at all. I didn’t even feel the bond breaking. In the years to come after that, I never got serious with anyone. I went to clubs and had plenty of woman but never the same one twice. I started building my empire, both above board and criminal. Henry and I created The Damascus Group and used the money we made to fund our criminal empire. We had always been very careful and then I met Tabitha.