Audible Dune Novels & Stories

For a radius of twenty yards, the rolling, fluid dunes instantly froze, locking solid as the resonance grid's frequency was canceled out. ​Julian moved before the sound even faded. He fired three precise shots. The lead enforcer dropped, his acoustic rifle discharging into the sand as he fell, sending a localized shockwave that shattered the solid crust to their left. The other two enforcers dove for cover behind the ridge. ​"Get up the dune! Move!" Julian yelled, grabbing Leo by the shoulder of his pack and shoving him forward toward the crest.

The polished silver links sparked brilliantly, throwing tiny flashes of light across the sand. "Shiny," Heidi whispered, her childlike curiosity instantly overriding her brother’s defensive stance. She crawled out from behind Zach, her small hands covered in white sand. She walked straight to the edge of the sandbox, her eyes fixed entirely on the sparkling watch. Duncan’s breath hitched. He carefully extended his left arm, resting his large, scarred hand flat on the wooden edge of the sandbox. He didn't move, terrified he would scare her away. Heidi reached out with a tiny, chubby finger and gently tapped the cool silver glass of the watch face. "It goes tick-tock," she giggled, pressing he

The dunes stretched far and golden when we arrived — wide, endless waves of sand rolling under a hot sun. Jaxon squeezed my hand as we stepped out. “Ready?” I looked around, wind brushing through my hair. “Yeah,” I said softly. “This is… beautiful.” We hopped on the desert buggies with a few others, the engines roaring to life. Sand flew in small clouds around us as we sped across the dunes. The air was dry and wild, the view stretching forever. For a while, I forgot everything — no messages, no fear, no shadows following us. Just laughter, speed, and the sound of Jaxon shouting “Hold on!” every time we hit a dip.

It was the voice she had been longing to hear; it was the voice she’s been dreaming of. She couldn’t believe it. It must have been an illusion. Farrah opened her mouth several times. “D-Dior?” She croaked, her throat sore, and her nose stuffy. There’s a rustling sound, followed by a voice. “F-Fae...” This time, Farrah will believe it was real. She trembled. She didn’t know what it was she was feeling. Her chest undulating, the surrounding suddenly spinning, and before she realized what was happening—darkness swallowed her.

I linked my father-in-law, and he was silent. Not thinking much of it, I continued to fight, ripping out throats with my claws and burying bullets into their skulls. I kept my mind and eyes focused on one thing, ending the war and spending time with Willow. I dared not die. So I moved, and I was careful about it. I saw Mark and Aida fighting side by side, holding their ground; Luis and Garret were fighting side by side too. Ahead I saw a man who looked like a younger version of King Edward; his eyes were as dark as night. He was massive with bronze skin. His skin was like metal, and he looked happy.

It was like they couldn’t hear me. I took a step forward, the sand crunching under my paws. My heart pounded harder. Then one of the figures raised its head. Slowly. Very slowly. Its face was covered by a hood, but I could feel its eyes on me. And then another raised its head. And another. One by one, all the figures began to lift their heads, turning to look at me. Their eyes glowed faintly. The air grew colder. A sound began to rise not words, but something between a whisper and a howl. It rolled across the desert like a wave, pressing into my ears, into my bones.

she called out again. As she walked deeper into the sand, crossing sand Dunes, the sand became drier and uneven. The sand dunes here are so big, that now she couldn't see the highway at all. After a while, she lost the footprints. The footprints are hidden by sand. She looked around, feeling worried. No matter in which direction she looked, all she could see is sand and sand Dunes. Just then, a hand pulled her down from the small sand Dune on top of which she was standing. Before she could scream, another hand covered her mouth.

The external comms crackled to life, filled with the sharp and frantic breathing of my youngest son. "Dad, we have company!" Toby’s voice blasted through the cabin, sounding distorted by a layer of intense atmospheric static. "They aren't on the ground. They are the ground! They're moving through the heat-shimmers like ghosts!". Killian stood up, his Alpha aura flaring with a white-hot intensity that momentarily pushed back the desert’s crushing weight. He stepped to the window, his silver eyes narrowing as he scanned the horizon. I forced my leaden head to turn, watching as the dunes seemed to liquefy. Figures began to emerge from the mirage: hundreds of them, their bodies shimmering with a

It wasn’t like I was in a position to complain. I stuffed everything into a weathered backpack I found under the seat, slung it over my shoulder, and looked down the hill. The dunes stretched endlessly before me—shadows of humans and monsters clashing in a chaotic, brutal battle. Claws raked flesh, metal rang against scales, and roars and screams twisted together in a deafening symphony. “It can’t be that bad,” I muttered again, trying to steel myself. Then, just as I took my first step down the slope, a massive roar split the air. I froze mid-step.

Adriano crashed into the OR, wild-eyed. Cassie lay on the table, blood soaking her, eyes shut. His chest clenched. "Cassie! Cassie!" He grabbed her hand, shaking, voice raw. No matter how loud he shouted, she stayed silent. Adriano's eyes locked on the gash in Cassie's wrist, the torn bandage gone, the wound screaming her pain louder than words. "Wh-What... is this?" His voice dropped, sharp and deadly.