Treasure Cussler Novels & Stories

Three men stood waiting, Each one looked like a different brand of trouble. One in blood red suit and gold chains, another in a tactical vest with dead eyes, the third tall and thin. His eyes always calculating and scanning. With the kind of swagger that turned heads, Victor walked in silencing the room. Laura walking in two steps behind, her hands resting on her concealed knife. “Rensik.” The man wearing red said with a smirk bringing his glass to his lip. Taking a sip he continued“ you bring a souvenir?” “She’s with me.” Victor said jaw clenched

Within the last six to nine years, there had only been six who qualified. Ethan ran the movie industry. He also did a lot of modeling and production alongside acting. He was well-known all over the world; men and women adored him. Not only was he gorgeous, but he was well-spoken, regal, and kind. That was the persona he displayed in public. The side of him they didn’t know... he was a ruthless killer. Noah ran the oil fields along with the underground mafia business with his father and Xavier. Xavier also ran his own private technology business. He was one of the most brilliant hackers in the world.

It seems that I couldn't get her out of my mind at all. "I will find you Miss unknown." I mumbled but the next second I was distracted by call. It's time to focus on my work. ___ I put back the lingerie in my pocket and stormed out of my suite. Black roll Royce cars were lined up outside with men in black, waiting for me. Their Boss , Caspar Mcadam, the money laundering Mafia King. The god of the American underworld. I'm the symbol of danger, blood and death...no human being in their sanity would like to cross their paths with me... I'm ruthless man with no mercy feelings.

“Then you should know who the majority shareholder of Grand Arcadia Mall is.” His expression shifted. Subtly, but unmistakably. Victoria snapped, impatient. “Stop stalling. Saying random things won’t save you.” I ignored her. “This brooch,” I continued, “is an imitation of Cartier’s limited-edition ‘Heart of the Ocean’ from last fall. Only three were made worldwide. Each one has its own anti-counterfeit marker, and a unique microchip code.” A bead of sweat slid down Mr. Collins’s temple. “As the manager of the most exclusive mall in Silverbrook, I’m sure you’re far more familiar with luxury authentication than I am.”

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

I look down to see him tieing a silver chain around my wrist and I struggle, to have his grip tighten on me. As he whispers lowly. "That's the scent which was there when my entire family was brutally murdered in front of my eyes." "That's the scent which I have been searching for last 5 years of my life for vengeance." "That's the scent of Daniel Black." . . . "The leader of Hunters" My mind froze and I go still. The pain on my wrist, forgotten. Tugging on the silver chains, he makes my numb form to hit his chest. He breathes heavily near my ear to only whispers in a voice as cold as ice.

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

I tell him. He looks at some of my other treasures, things that have come from hurricanes or tornados, things ripped from where they were by wind. “Your cave of treasures is like a fucking museum, Zephyr. I’ve seen Tana’s cave of treasures, but yours is…spectacular.” The wave of possessiveness rushes through me. What was Ishir doing in Tana’s cave of treasures? His head snaps to mine as a low, angry growl leaves my lips.

He finalized " All of it?" I widened my eyes " Your dad is the founder of one of the most richest companies in Crest country , don't be so stingy it's also your responsibility since you put him there in the first place" the officer said " No , not that. I meant his face, all of it?" I asked with a bitter smile. Money wasn't even my concern

I just hope that the man didn't recognize me because he only saw my face for about a second. Now I believe in the saying that "curiosity kills the cat" because it looks like my curiosity will be a cause of my death. Fearing that those mysterious men might be following me, I suddenly entered the open gate of a large house. But my luck seems to have run out because the gate I entered was owned by a scary creature. A creature that looks like a human but has thick fur all over its body just like a dog with sharp fangs and sharp claws. I know what kind of creature it is. A werewolf. I never knew that werewolf is real because I only read about them in books and see them in movies. But the surprise