Dune Characters Novels & Stories

Endless. No spirals. No silver veins. Just… a desert. Miles of dunes stretching forever. Aiden staggered to his feet, heart pounding. “Dante—are you okay?” Dante pushed himself up, shook sand from his hair, and grimaced. “Depends. Where the hell are we?” Aiden looked around. “Somewhere dry. Hot. Empty.” Dante snorted. “Thanks for the detailed analysis, Professor.” Aiden would’ve smiled if his hands weren’t shaking.

Only her reflection just for a second smirking in the window,The march east began at dawn Nightwind’s warriors rode in silence, their armor cloaked with salt-stained cloaks. At the front rode Queen Liora, flanked by Sera and Theron, with Ghostfang scouts dotting the hills above. Behind them came battle-mages, healers, and watchers those who carried soul-flames in jars to light the path through cursed terrain, But the land beyond the Border Dunes welcomed no one. The storm struck on the second day. Sand rose like a serpent, hissing. The sky turned amber, then black. Theron shouted, “Hold formation!” But his words were eaten by the wind.

The farmers I trained just this morning try to fight back with wooden swords and dull axes, but they are being slaughtered mercilessly. “Damn it!” I curse, yanking the claymore from my back. “Stay behind me, Maeve!” “I’m not hiding!” Maeve snaps back immediately. Her eyes flare bright silver. “I’m going to put out the fire!” In the middle of the burning village square, Dorian Duskborne is dodging sword strikes while throwing explosive formula bottles. “Finally done making out?!” Dorian shouts the second he sees us. He ducks beneath an arrow. “Mind cleaning up this trash, Sword Bearer?!”

Ronan ordered the bar hoe who was serving another customer by literally taking a sip of the drink he ordered and then spitting it in his mouth. Some people have really sick fantasies. Thinking about fantasies made me wonder if Amelia has any fantasies. I am sure they would be shy just like herself. “Wait, is that your chick?” Zane asked his eyes following to the booth behind the glass door. My breath hitched in my throat as I whiffed my head and saw the same woman I saw the other day I was here. Even then I thought it was her. But right now her face was clearly visible as she sat on one of the customers lap, facing the glass door and rode his dick cowgirl style.

We studied the behaviors, accents, and customs of Dune Kingdom mercenaries. Siran taught us hand signals used only in the Dune pits, and Eliza drilled us in desert survival, reminding everyone that heatstroke and dehydration would kill us faster than anything else would. Every night, I shared a quiet moment with her. One night, while the others slept, I found her in the gardens, reading more books about their kingdoms. In order to fit in, she had to study their ways. Infiltration was no joke. “You should sleep,” I murmured.

he commanded and started walking towards the nearest of the bodies, a large man in iron-studded leather armor with a broadsword under his palm. Squatting next to the man, he placed a hand on his back. He dropped his head in relief when he felt the man's chest rise and fall. "He's breathing," he called back to those gathered. He turned the man over so his face was no longer hidden and stared at him. A red beard covered his face and grew down his chest, braided at the end in an ancient style. Brodi could remember his father wearing his the same way. His face was covered in mud as were his armor and leather leggings. "They have all traveled," Finn said, coming up and standing next to him. "They

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

Before the speaker could even lift his staff, two massive warriors clad in the coal-black armor of the northern vanguard materialized from the shadows of the platform, locking their iron gauntlets around Tahlia’s shoulders and dragging his thrashing frame toward the backstage arches. My inner wolf tilted its head in silent calculation; I hadn't brought a singular blade or guard on this return transit from the Ashgrove Wildlands. A split second later, the heavy scent of burning pine and winter frost flooded my senses as a towering, broad-shouldered warrior cut through the remaining council elders. David Duskbane. His razor-edged, chiseled face carried the cold, lethal gravity of a warlord who

DORIAN Its been two days since the battle in No Mans Land. All the dead minotaurs they found was set aflame. Some villagers took a few dead minotaurs and kept them for meat. Minotaurs were still steak anyway. No Mans Land was just a ghost town now with no residence. Dorian hadn't ordered it to be rebuilt yet but he was planning to, he couldn't just leave a conquered land. That day a council took place in the Throne room. The people present was the king, the prince, the mage Lady Lane, the Kings second Allister, Karl Smith who was recently made Captain of the Dornishmen, and Doctor Ross. Sir. Ruth Steel was present amongst them aswell.

Though like everything else in this place, Dannie didn’t understand where the emotion was coming from. Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She turned to face and expansive sea of dust and sand among jagged hills. Shimmering into existence like a mirage, strange creatures appeared before Dannie and around her, trapping her against the edge of the cliff. Sharp, disjointed angles and shapes, the creatures looked like shadows splayed out on the floor and wall at the same time. They were shapes with no discernable features in their faces or bodies, except for a mouth. A large splitting mouth too full of razor-sharp teeth serrated like a shark’s.