Audible Dune Novels & Stories

Even when they just had to carry themselves, to walk through sand took a lot of energy. "Man, haha. That's a long-ass fuckin' voyage," Brenden said, slightly out of breath as they turned to walk parallel to the water's edge. From his pocket he produced his wireless speaker that he powered on and connected to his phone. A moment later, Nicki Minaj's 'Moment 4 Life' radiated through the air. "It is, but look!" Dillon replied as he held his hands out and gestured all around him at the beach. There were shells that glittered black, white, and every colour in between. Since it was low-tide, a lot of the good shells were exposed for a time.

Close enough that we could see the stitching on the cart covers and hear the dull thuds of crates shifting inside. My heartbeat synced with the wheels. One. Two. Three. “Move.” I whispered. We slid over the dune’s slope quietly, using our hands and feet to control the descent. The sand shifted beneath us but didn’t make too much noise. Once we hit the bottom, we crouched low and sprinted through the dips, shallow waves carved by the desert winds. We were unseen. For now. The caravan passed less than twenty feet from us. Blaze raised a hand.

I turned my hand slightly, so everyone could see it clearly. “My hand is perfectly fine, sister. That slight cut was nothing.” All thanks to the medicines from the Silver Forest, I healed at a record speed. And gods, it badly disappointed Scarlett. It was subtle, just a tightening of her lips, a flicker of darkness in her eyes, but it was enough to add another reason to the growing list of doubts I was trying so hard not to name aloud. Before she could say anything, Dorian spoke up, his voice calm but curious.

Roll call moved alphabetically. I wasn't paying particular attention until the pause. "Dune, Lyra." Nothing. Soren's aide checked the list. Called again. "Dune, Lyra." The silence that followed had a specific quality to it. Not the ordinary quiet of someone distracted or late. Something heavier. The kind of quiet that the students around the gap could feel without being told why. I looked sideways down the Solas row to where Val stood. She had gone the color of the stone wall behind her.

Moonrise came like the edge of a blade. They reached the dunes by twilight—an ocean of glass-sand that shifted with its own quiet breath. Heat clung to the ground despite the cold sky, as if the earth remembered being fire and refused to forget. Mirel—the seer who’d found them under the broken bridge—walked a half-pace ahead, cane sinking into the dunes with soft, resigned sounds. “Here,” she said at last, pointing to a patch of sand so ordinary it might have been overlooked a hundred times. “Don’t step, not yet. Listen.”

I heard Alex, “We’re here.” Dune asked, “What made you think that whole tornado thing was a good idea?” I stood up fast and tried to hide the dizziness, “I will do whatever it takes to keep you away from me.” Dune laughed, “You really think this will do that? I have been holding back, because I care about you. But now, you’ve pissed me off. I will not let you leave here and you will be marked and mated tonight.” He jumped after me and I found the dagger that I had pulled out of my leg. As he landed on top of me, I put the dagger on my chest, pointing up, too late for him to change direction. The look of panic on his face was priceless. While the impact knocked the breath out of me, I quickly

The desert's unrelenting heat waves distorted the air, creating a shimmering haze that danced above the dunes. A faint echo reverberated within Lucian's mind. It was a voice that resonated deep within his very being, a voice he recognized all too well. Visenya's voice pierced through the darkness, calling out his name with desperate urgency. "Lucian!” The sound of her voice cut through the fog of unconsciousness, stirring him from his deep slumber. His eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing a world filled with blinding sunlight and swirling desert sands. The glare assaulted his vision, causing him to squint and shield his face with his arm.

Dune suddenly got quieter in his steps. They reached a cave not long after. "Wait for me here. Don't move," he whispers and went to get something. As Evy waited, she could see a lot of tree barks were broken around them, the grass was a bit worn and a shade lighter than the rest, and there's a hint of marks on the walls of the cave and the trees. Why does it feel wrong to be there? Dune came back with 10 small rodents in his hands. "Do you remember the direction we came in?"

It created a narrow choke point where the wind shrieked through broken window frames. The sound was high-pitched and relentless. Auditory texture: sharp, whistling, cutting through the thin air. The vibration of the wind rattled the loose glass in the frames above my head, a rhythmic clatter that masked the sound of fifty Sand-Eaters breathing in the dark. "Hold," I whispered into the comms. My own voice felt like grit in my throat. My jaw was locked, the masseter muscles bunching until my molars ached. The Sand-Eater Alpha crouched beside me. He licked his chops, a wet, repetitive sound. His yellow eyes were dilated, fixated on the horizon where a cloud of red dust rose into the atmosphere.

" I exclaimed then went to stop a bike. We got to the spot Dr. Amrah and I had our sessions. The bikeman dropped us underneath the hill and left after I paid him his fare. I climbed the hill with ease and watched Peter struggle to climb. I kept laughing at his efforts until he finally made it to the spot where I stood. ", what's so special about this place? " he said while dusting off his shoes. "Serenity." I replied then placed the drinks and snacks on the ground covered by dry leaves. "We should have brought a mat or a chair. " said Peter. "We didn't know we were coming here in the first place. " I said while seating on the dry leaves. "Ughr! " exclaimed Peter wile seating. "The place isn