Audible Dune Novels & Stories

A deep growl echoed through the forest, silencing the surrounding noises. From the chirping insects, the rustling of trees, and the cooing owls, all of it got hushed by the authority resonating from the person’s voice. Selene’s eyes grew wide, swallowing hard upon the sight of a naked Duncan in front of her. A glimpse of the young man’s perfectly sculpted body, brooding gaze, and the large thing between his legs that pointed in her direction returned her into the void of her carnal cage, stunning her again.

my voice is itchy. I smiled as I lifted my eyes to him. The pain in his eyes filled his eyes as he watched me. I look away then diverted my eyes to the bench. I pointed to it while smiling. Maybe genuinely. "Let's go there." I said sparingly. I did not hear Alforo moan there. I could feel him following behind me. I sighed as the wind damp on my bare skin. It's like a normal wind, but there's difference on it. I just don’t know why.

She had to listen to him without looking at him. “I would, except I don’t know where the beginning really is.” He chuckled. “Have you heard the term star dust?” “Yes,” Kristen replied as she looked up and could see him there with her, but it was like he wasn’t right there in front of her either. “Aren’t we all made up of star dust?” “No.” He replied. “Some of us are more than just that.” “I don’t understand.” She replied as she looked back at the picture in her lap. “Why do I feel so different with this one picture?”

After I finished it my phone vibrates again. It's Rhyiuz. "Where are you?!" his voice thundered from the other line. "Where you can't find me," I giggled and end the call. I went on the public pool side and rested my back on a sun lounger. "I told you bro! I saw definitely saw her with the devil's Empress." I look around but I couldn't see where the manly voice came from. "Yeah, no problem. I'll see you later then..."

He stays still, fingers loose on his copy, waiting without words. “Sun-Dust,” Eamon whispers, like he’s letting slip a secret only the wind should hear. From the Fire Islands, supposedly - some rare thing that wakes up your senses. Put just a speck on your tongue… suddenly colors punch harder, thoughts cut clearer, tiredness slips away like old skin. Ideas start moving again, smooth and steady. To show how it goes, he flicks open his little pouch, balances a glinting fleck of golden grit on his thumb, then brings it to his lips. His eyelids drop shut, face going still, almost dreamy. For him, that moment tastes like hope given form.

The next morning, Alexander rode out with Edmund and their top warriors—fifty elite fighters dressed in black armor. They moved fast across the dunes, using the shifting sands for cover. The sun climbed higher, but none of them slowed. The Dune Kingdom’s gates rose ahead. This wasn’t going to be a quiet attack. This was war. “Now!” Alexander shouted. They charged. Gunfire exploded as Edmund and the snipers hit the gate guards from a distance. Arrows flew at them but were either shot down or bounced off their armor. Alexander ran forward, his bones shifting and cracking as he transformed.

Mourning root. His horse whinnied low, ears twitching. Ruvan reached back. Not for the spear. For the stone amulet tied at his hip, a shard of moonrock passed from Alpha to scout. It pulsed once in his hand, and then, a sound split the air. Not steel. Not voice. A high, reedy trill, barely audible, like a windpipe filled with water. A flute. Bone-carved. The signal of the Dustborn hunters.

The car sped on, drawing our pursuers away from me. I tumbled down a rocky cliff, my body crashing into the soft desert sand below with a thud. Dazed and disoriented, I sat up, scanning the desolate landscape that stretched out before me. Endless dunes rolled like waves in every direction, with no signs of life or shelter in sight. The intense heat of the sun beat down mercilessly, making my skin feel tight and dry. I began trudging through the sand, my feet sinking with each step. The dust swirled around me, stinging my eyes and obscuring my vision. I closed my eyes, shielding them from the grit that seemed to coat everything.

A shiver shot up my arm, causing fear within me. I retracted my hand and stepped away from the stone. The air shifted into something dark and formidable. I shifted away from the rock, dragging my foot one after the other. It didn’t stop the low rumbling. I gasped, twisting around to find the source of the sound - a low, grainy shiver, like the earth grinding its teeth. The dunes trembled, folding in on themselves as if there was something beneath them. The wind picked up, growling with intensity. I crossed my hand over my face to stop the soil from blinding me.

Each step sunk into the ground like walking through thick mud. "We are gaining ground!" Okan cheered. "What is up ahead?" Eira could see a change in the landscape. The crusty, cracked ground gave way to mounds of golden sand. "That is the Drifting Dunes Desert," Junayd answered. "Perhaps we can use it to hide and regroup." Many of those nearby looked to Devrim for confirmation. His mouth formed a determined line. "You heard the general. To the dunes!" The race became slower and slower as both groups tried to reach the sand. They were all growing tired. Thankfully the ground seemed to be growing tired as well; it was caving in less and less the further they walked.