Treasure Cussler Novels & Stories

Gabriel climbed the stairs, his shoulders stiff and sore with tension. He'd been working for weeks, digging through all his contacts, trying to find anything he could on Honorera, her family, her past, and the price on her head. But he'd made almost no progress. He traced Tanner and Kayla Lee back to a small pack in Ohio. Kayla Lee had been an almost invisible member of the pack, an obedient omega. When her brother was exiled, she went with him. Possibly she was forced by her brother to accompany him into no man's land. But somewhere along the way, they had parted.

He has a slender build up and long silver hair which he always ties in a man ponytail. "Davis, you left the boss waiting and he is not happy!" Derick explained as he tried to smoothen his hair. "Cassidy wanted to have a conversation with me." I explained and he nodded. I walked past the counter and into the storage room which was occupied by both opened and unopened cartoons and at the end of the small storage room, rested an old wooden bookcase. I pulled out one of the books and a hidden door opened leading inside. With a sigh, I carefully walked inside which lead me to a hallway with different doors, I kept walking till I reached the middle door, knocked and entered.

Henry said casually. "This is our third encounter, right?" Sven asked. "Thank you for saving my life twice before. I feel so ashamed," Sven responded. "It's fate. Here, take this." Henry pulled out a book and tossed it over. He had plenty of resources because he was the Master of Golden Liberty and had previously been given opportunities. "What's this?" Sven was perplexed, but he was stunned when he saw the title on the cover. "The treasure of the assassin world—the Art of Assassination! Wait! There's also the Ghosty Steps?

were his final words before he had closed the case. The culprit had been booked under the case of hit-and-run and nothing more. There was no mention of a powerful Drug lord that had secretly carried out this mission of revenge after he realized that one of the men he had working under him had turned out to be a spy working for the American intelligence group. My mind had been certainly disappointed at that because I was so keen that it was the only possible reality of the situation. I have had no open mind of accepting other possible outcomes.

Ana’s goal was clear, to hasten the widow’s death without raising suspicion, so that she and Fernand could claim the hidden cash, jewelry, and property deeds rumored to be locked away in the mansion’s private safe. The noose of betrayal tightened with every passing sunrise, while Carla drifted deeper into her dream of love—unaware that the very people she trusted most were orchestrating her quiet ruin. Ana moved through the sunlit bedroom with the practiced grace of a devoted servant, carrying a silver tray laden with a tall glass of fresh mango juice and several capsules she claimed were premium vitamins. The morning light streamed through lace curtains, illuminating the opulent room where

Rex asked, looking over to where he had last seen Taz laying on his side, wincing slightly as a bout of dizziness blurred his vision slightly. “The only thing here is a strange golden lizard-shaped piece of jewellery, maybe a bracelet of some kind?” Cassius replied, leaning down to pick up the object he was talking about. “I don’t know…ah!!” Cassius exclaimed as the bracelet came to life and darted toward Rex.

Nodding, Jasmine said, "Cass, truth be told, I noticed long ago that you've changed a lot. I've been quite worried about you, but I didn't want to ask you about it either. "Now that I've heard everything from you, I can finally rest easy. If your dad were here, he would've been glad to see how you've changed, too." Jasmine's eyes flickered with sadness at the mention of Mason. Cassian comforted her, "Mom, when I went to Ewedrof, I met a man named Dunley Lewin. He's the leader of the Tigris Order and the world's best fortune-teller. He told me that my dad isn't dead."

“Of course. Thank you, Trent.” Sieg got up and shook Trent’s hand. When Trent walked out of the courtyard and headed to his car, he received a call. He glanced at the caller ID and answered it. “Haxor, what is it?” Haxor, the third highest-ranking officer in the South River Commerce Institute. He was considered one of the strongest people in that organization, and even in South River State. His son’s name was Cetus Snowpine, the supercar club member who got into a fight with Kaze at Taurus Automobile the other night.

“ Before Cassia could respond, the front door of the bookstore swung open with a force that sent chimes clattering against the glass. A young man stood in the doorway, framed by the dying autumn light. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones that reminded Cassia of Miguel, one of Reyes’s most ruthless lieutenants, who’d been arrested during the raid outside Tacoma. But in his eyes, there was something else entirely, the cold, burning intensity she’d only ever seen in one person, Reyes himself. The room fell silent. Even Elena stopped babbling, her small hand tightening in Cassia’s hair. “Good evening,” the young man said, his voice deep. He wore a dark leather jacket over a w

the tiny man repeated. Kan noticed the guy didn't say "our" Empress. He meant Eleanor. "I’m tracking. You’re Cus, right?" "Name’s Cus. Don't wear it out. You the mercenary?" "Call me Kan." Cus’s eyes, swirling with a strange, metallic sheen, swept over him. "I see the appeal. You’re staying past breakfast?" "We're his partners." Cus raised a white eyebrow. "And the other one? The tiger-eyed guy?"