Dune Characters Novels & Stories

Though the only difference between him and Don Luciano, was that this man looked a little bit older than Don Luciano, and his eyes screamed coldness. Unlike Don Luciano, who would grin despite having the coldness in his eyes, this man was the total opposite, and I preferred that because that way, you can predict how to relate to him. But Don Luciano was way more creepier and at the same time, can make you feel at ease. Okay. Wait! Was I insane? Why would I think for once that, the oldie could make someone feel safe? "Aria." He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural.

The three of them visibly relaxed and continued along the forest path, moving quicker as they could now simply follow Dune’s scent. The forest thinned, and Arla could see torches in the distance, the small flames coming from them providing the first bit of light she’d seen since they left the car. They reached a small circular clearing and saw Dune sitting on his haunches, keeping his distance from the four people in front of him.

Tensel was already gone to help Jane with Amelia. Andor stepped back away from Gary, his odd, rust-colored eyes assessing the healer. Sandu’s eyes burned a deep red through the relentless black. He stepped closer to Gary, a clear threat. Obviously the ancients recognized him from the healer’s encounter with Aleksei, a member of their brotherhood. “Give him blood,” Damonq said, once more collapsing on the floor beside Elina’s couch. “He more than earned it, and he’ll work even harder on the next rising.”

Dane smiled as he stepped into the royal chambers where different suites of royal personalities like the Alpha, the Luna, the royal pups, Lord Duncan, the Beta and the others. Surely, he wasn't allowed to enter even though he had told the guards he just wanted to explore the area but Lord Duncan had given them the permission to allow him. He couldn't even believe it. From being an ordinary useless being in the evil hands of Wymond to being someone he was now. If he hadn't taken that courage to escape from Wymond's dungeon that day, he wouldn't have being what he was.

Donovan stopped talking as he got to that part. Not long afterward, ten or so people came over consecutively. Alex could tell that every one of them was exceptional and had reached the Imminent Immortal realm... It was worth mentioning that Hermione had unexpectedly reached the second realm to Imminent Immortal as well. Her realm leveling speed was simply jaw-dropping. Xienna must have done something to her. Finally, the last person who appeared was a white-haired old man. After this person arrived, Alex knew that the old man was called the Phaseless Dweller, the organizer of the expedition to the Puppet Dungeon this time. All the people that he had invited were given a coordinate: the shore

Nike put his finger over his lips to signal his friends to keep their silence and gesture them to crouch and keep themselves down as much as possible. They are planning to observe the situation first. Could it be that they were also here for a mission? But what are they doing over there???? Taking a closer look, the other group has five young men in total. Their faces were ghastly pale, and their lips were cracked. They looked like they were in a much more terrible state than their group. It seemed that they had been here in the desert longer than Audrey's group. The entity that they were battling against was a man that is made out of sands. It had no distinctive features like face or clothe

Another two days was what it took to arrive at the border of Shadow Vale. When the figures appeared ahead of us, we reacted in perfect unison. The men stepped forward, forming a wall between the women and the threat, our bodies instinctively creating a shield. My claws itched, my breath steadying as I prepared for whatever came. Carmen’s hand brushed my back, a fleeting touch of strength, and Alazne stirred against her chest, whimpering softly before settling again. Then two people emerged from the shadows. The first one was unmistakable. Alpha Dane Holden. His reputation had traveled far beyond these lands, a name carried on the whispers of rogues and warriors alike. Ruthless. Unyielding.

Shadows began to emerge from behind the jagged rocks, figures moving with surprising speed despite the terrain. The first one appeared, a hulking, armored figure, its skin- well, there was no skin. It wore a headdress of twisted bone, and its eyes glowed with a malicious light. More followed, each one larger and more grotesque than the last—hulking figures that seemed as though they had been born and molded from the desert itself. Sand and dust clung to them like skin and a second layer of armor. The leader of the sand people, a creature with a towering frame and a spiked club in hand, let out a guttural growl. Its lips curled back in a feral sneer.

“Alpha Darius is our Battle Alpha. He trains the warriors, leads from the front. Quiet. He only speaks when it matters. Of all of them, he’s the only one without a dark side.” Darius. The silent one. My mind drifted back to the night of my abduction—how he lingered in the shadows, watchful, barely existing. “Our healer is Alpha Evren,” another chimed in. “He spends hours in his realm, barely shows his face. Be careful, though. His power is… alluring. Too alluring.” “And then there’s Alpha Rian,” the older woman said. “The diplomat. Think of him as second-in-command.” “He’s so charming,” a younger woman sighed dreamily.

The seating area was farther than it had ever been. “Luna,” The strange man from the earlier fight greeted me. He was the first one to spot my approach. Dane. Brian had called him Dane. Dane was a capable fighter from what I had seen, and unlike the threatening aura from earlier, he seemed really friendly now, apologetic even. His greeting drew other eyes to me, Aliya, Brian, Calvin and Cain, and a new person I couldn't identify. “I'm hungry,” I said simply. Aliya's face softened in a smile, and the others had sympathetic looks on their faces. I hated the sight of it.