Audible Dune Novels & Stories

But now it was smeared with dirt and scratches. "Listen to this." He pressed play. His eyes stayed locked on me, watching for the tiniest flinch. The audio was rough, full of static and wind, but the voices cut through. At first, it was just gasps and choking, somebody gagging. Then Damon's voice, broken and raw, rang out. "Argh! I can't breathe! Open the window! Open the stupid window!" A series of dull thuds followed, like someone pounding the door controls.

The path was closing fast, throwing up dust that obscured their escape. Moments after clearing the dune, it closed with a massive thud behind them. A cloud of sand rained down, causing them to cover their faces. Exhausted and shaken, they collapsed on the ground to gather themselves. The dune was seamless. On the surface, there was no sign that a crack was ever there. “I’m getting too old for this,” Zigor said. He was on his pack, his pack preventing him from being completely horizontal. Somehow, Helick found humor in them almost being pulverized between the rocks. “I take it back,” Helick said. “The villagers may be on to something.”

“Then we move fast. We hit the Dunes at first light.” Dawn broke harsh and gold across the cracked salt plains. The Western Dunes weren’t dunes anymore—just endless scars of glass and dust, broken by razor-sharp rock formations. We approached a rundown observatory built into the cliffside. Freya adjusted her visor. “Richter’s compound. No drones. But that doesn’t mean it’s not rigged. “Stay close,” Liam warned. As we neared the door, a voice rang out from hidden speakers. “Stop. One more step and you’ll be vapor.”

Daraní, the Village of False Roots --- They left before dawn, walking east along the dried silver trails that lined the Red Coast. The sun rose like a cracked yolk behind them, bleeding light across the dunes. Every few miles, Tano stopped to test the air — striking his drum once and listening for echoes that came from nowhere at all. “Places that don’t want to exist,” he said, “still make noise.” Esi said nothing. Her staff — once Mira’s — now hummed softly in her hand, its carved spiral glowing faintly whenever she stepped on untrue soil.

“But they were only here during special occasions and long holidays. They’re busy with their job.” He started walking and I copied him. I didn’t bring my phone and earbuds with me. The last time I listened to an audiobook while running with a companion was a disaster. Jay thought I was having an anxiety attack because of my facial reaction to the thriller book I was listening to. I don’t want Angelo to think of me like that. “Are your brother and sisters are also like you?” I hate asking the obvious. If there’s a habit I would like to erase, that would be it.

The flames illuminated the surrounding dunes in a flickering, orange glow, casting long, dancing shadows. We didn't stop. We ran until our lungs burned, collapsing finally behind a large, sheltering slope of sand. I lay on my back, panting so hard I thought my ribs would crack. My father was on his hands and knees, coughing violently, his body shaking. Anthony was on one knee, his gun held ready, his chest heaving. Ame had taken a position at the edge of our cover, his gun pointed back toward the burning wreck, his eyes scanning the darkness. For several minutes, the only sounds were our ragged breathing, the crackle of the distant fire, and the mournful sigh of the desert wind.

There are no foreign influences that caused the discoloration, the sand was in its natural form.It felt like he was stepping into a void, like darkness swallowing his feet. Nelanian Had traversed a few feet into the sandy shores when he lost the will to go on. he looked up,Towards the sky, and there was no visible light. he looks towards the Horizon and there was no sign of life. he could hear the waves of water splashing in front of him, yet he

The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient, dried blood. "Kneel, Phineas," Aurelius’s voice boomed through the speakers. It wasn't a request. He used the Alpha Tone—a sonic frequency that hit the brain stem like a sledgehammer. Phineas’s legs gave out. He hit the obsidian floor, his knees barking in pain. "Stop... please..."

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

She said waving it off. I filled my plate with some eggs, bacon, and a biscuit. I spread some butter and jam on the biscuit as someone came up and filled up a glass with orange juice. "Oh thank you" I mumbled out with a mouth full of food. They just smiled and walked back into the kitchen. "So I have something to share" Lorenzo said breaking the comfortable silence. "Our mind link earlier Tony, she can hear it" He said pushing a thumb in my direction. Tony looked at me with a blank stare. "Is this true?" He asked. "Yeah" I said. His eyes glazed over and so did Mateo's. Purple chicken I heard Tony's voice say.