Dune Characters Novels & Stories

Jason’s fur stood on end, and with a menacing growl, the earth shook, and a barrage of stones launched at Dane. In the wind, I could smell reinforcements. Holy shit, I can smell again! Dane whimpered as he crumbled to the ground bleeding from multiple wounds. Jason wasn’t taking any chances. Digging his claws into the ground with a low growl, the earth shook again, this time rising around Dane, creating a stone cage.

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.”

She took her gaze back to Dino. “I don’t want anything from you, I just want to keep you safe till he gets here and takes you away. Then I would be safe.” He smiled which didn’t get to his eyes where on his face. “Is it Dust?” He shook his head at her. “I don’t even know who that is.” Eve narrowed at gaze at him. “...Dino and Dust are two different people. Mio and Carter are with Dust. Dino is different, he’s not a mafia but probably under one as a thug or a soldier which you would call him.” Wesley’s voice rang in her head.

« Have you ever considered being a merchant in real life? You know with your abilities, I know that you’ll do great. » « I agree with Bonine; I noticed that our characters are built or given us following our personalities. You did great in your missions, Bonine too, she is great as a leader and a good talker, she could talk to that older man and persuade him to do a project in a field that isn’t known for women in this world, » said Davina.

Charles quickly gets up and looks out the window. The air was filled with the scent of vanilla and honey, and his mouth watered with each breath. - Alpha? – Dune says. – Is it your mate? Charles looks at Dune and just as he was about to jump out the window, the office door opens, and Thomas, with only his pants on, enters accompanied by someone wearing only the previous alpha's shirt.

The Red Dunes bled. Beneath the rust-colored sky, the great sandstone gates of Iskhar yawned open. Heat shimmered off the ground like ghosts, and bone towers twisted toward the clouds, each one carved from the remains of wars long buried. Spears lined the paths. Skulls crowned the watchtowers. And in the air, thick and hot, hung the scent of flame-tempered oil and old prayers. This was the Dustborn Court. And it did not kneel.

However, I knew that the longer I spent in that dungeon, the more I couldn’t contain my hunger and thirst. As if the goddess was hearing my pleas, the doors to the dungeon opened wide, and I quickly leaned towards the cell, hoping for someone to help me. But then I smelled him. His smell was like burnt wood and fear, followed by another scent that was overwhelming with power, but still, it had a dangerous smell that I couldn’t fathom. ‘’oh well, well, if it is not the war alpha,’’ Dane laughed as he walked towards the cell. ‘’How have you been war alpha, or should I call you loser alpha now?’’ he questioned.

After all these years, this was the first time Duncan had shown her anything close to tenderness. Not wanting to waste the chance, she climbed onto his back without hesitation, relief washing through her. Even after losing to that undead, she’d gained something else—something that pulled a small, stunned smile from her lips. In an instant, Duncan dashed back toward the battlefield, using every ounce of strength in his body to move as fast as he could. His mind held only one thought. Find Selene. Save her. ----- A long snout pushed into the entrance, sniffing and snorting. A wide grin seemed to form even before he pressed his head farther into the burrow. Two sharp eyes locked onto them, narr

‘Mama’ They totally surrounded her hugging her tightly, ‘Thank the Goddess you are all alive’ She cried openly hugging each of them and kissing their tear-stained faces, ‘My boys, my precious boys’ Behind her stood a few more bedraggled Wolves, mostly female but a few males, one of them approached her now, ‘Thank you for bringing them home Princess’ He was an older male, and he carried himself with dignity but his eyes betrayed his pain, ‘I am Grayson, Beta of the Dune Pack, Your Highness, or should I say what is left of my Pack’ His voice held all the agony he felt from still being alive while his Pack had perished and she stepped forward, ‘Did any of your Warriors survive Beta?’ Two huge m

The name is etched in the heart despite being simply a stranger. Male lead: Duncan Hiddleston. Personality: gentle, warm, a little soft-hearted when judging, make a decision before a complex event or event. Female lead: Maris Jane. Personality: contempt, outspoken but very kind, ready to help others when facing difficult cases. [+40]: I've read more than 150 chapters and I still can't see the end, the love of the characters is going nowhere, the heroine and the male lead spin like a whirlwind, and the romantic lines are too few. Fight, just stab your head to the death that is the truth.