Dune Characters Novels & Stories

Just thinking about those amber eyes that glowed against smooth skin of varying shades of blue had Camille's heart rate quickening. "So did you meet anyone besides Heather?" Charlotte asked as they waited to be let out of the ark. "Donnie." Camille nodded. "And someone called Kal." "Kal?" Camille nodded. "He's a...a Draygonian. A lieutenant I think." "Oh Kal!" Charlotte's face brightened with realisation before she smiled. "I know Kal, he's really cool and so is his friend Sid. Bit of a player that one though which is probably better than what their other friend, Jag, is."

His claws pierced Owen’s abdomen, blood spilling onto the cave floor. "No!" I screamed in despair, dragging my body toward him. Owen gave me a weak smile. "You have to keep fighting, Jonea... You’re stronger than this..." His body collapsed in front of me, shattering my heart. Before Luke could strike again, two figures emerged from the shadows of the cave. Daran, in his black lycan form, and Aland, his body glowing blue like a true blue dragon. "We won’t let you finish this, Luke," Aland declared firmly.

Forty minutes later, Malachi’s Navigator stopped in the driveway and he walked into the kitchen toward the table where we all sat. He slapped me on the back and sat down. Kiran poured him a drink and put the bottle down in front of him next to the glass. “This is the team. This is Joshua or Romeo, Nick or Cinderella, Nataly or Rambo, Nicole the newbie, Charlie or Blue. Those are their code names. Kade Kominiski works from Detroit and I have no idea why is with them. Out of all of them, Charlie’s the king with a sniper rifle. Nick is very good at being where you don’t expect him to be. Nataly can fight and with a knife in her hands, she’s lethal. Joshua is big and strong but you can walk righ

Eden Monroe. I was in the middle of a forest, surrounded by wolves and hunters engaged in a fierce battle. I tried to run, but I was rooted to the spot, helpless as the chaos unfolded around me. Suddenly, a wolf approached me, its eyes locking onto mine. I watched in amazement as it began to morph into a human, revealing Dorian kneeling before me.

"What is it with you and getting into trouble?" "Trouble just seems to find me, but I have you to help me," I say quietly and smile sheepishly. Murmurs fill the restaurant and I turn to see everyone looking at us. The Dhampir faces them and they all look at her as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing. "It's the Dhampir, the legends are true," a woman near us exclaims with a smile. "It's an honor to meet you Dhampir," a middle aged man says, bowing his head.

My mind also wandered to Sophia, Katniss, Canary, Tyra, and Aliya, and I fervently prayed for their protection. As for Dhruv, Asmodeus and Iblis, I knew there would be a backstory on how they were able to successfully live as the Kuipers. Before I drifted off to sleep, the last thing I thought about was the look of distraught on my father's face before he was turned into sand.

*A DAY AGO* The dungeon smelled of damp stone and despair. Aria stood rigid as the iron door creaked open, revealing Selene, mother of the Supreme Alpha. Her dark chestnut-brown hair shimmered under the torchlight, her gaze cold enough to freeze bones and the blood flowing through the veins. Aria’s knees buckled under the weight of those eyes. She had always stood her ground before her, but this time, she needed to be sober since she wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore and wanted something desperately, which only she could give.

I stared at Ashton, waiting for what he got but he shook his head. With a sigh, I walked out of the dungeons returning to my private lounge. Roderick was the only lead we had. He was granted Alpha despite being normal, it called to question a lot of things. “You’ll grow old quicker if you keep frowning.” Riven walked into the room with Asher and Ashton in his tow. “You should smile more,” Riven nudged his head before plopping on the couch. “Is that supposed to make me smile?” I asked.

Something ancient was waking. ReNew felt it. A pulling. A calling. Her body shimmered, and with one final look at her friends, she surrendered to it—returning to Charlene’s arm in a soft glow. --- Above the Dunes An angelic being stood beneath the rising orbs of the east, the Holy Spear glowing in his hands. His voice was thunder wrapped in silk. “It’s time for you to return, my child.” He raised his hand, and the dunes split like an ocean, creating a glowing chasm from the sky to the core of the realm.

POV: Araya The moon hangs low, bruised and swollen, silver over the training yard. Wind smooths the sand, then steals it away. Pine and iron edge the air. Somewhere, an owl calls. The stronghold sleeps. I don’t. My blood runs hot. My wolf paces. Hollowflame stirs at my fingertips like a blade begging to be drawn. He’s already there. Dorian waits in shadow, shirt gone, hair damp, godfire curling his arms. He tips his chin toward the sand: come take it—if you can.