Novel & Cerita Dune Crossover

The sand was cool, the day's heat bleeding out into the dusk. Liam Cross stood at the edge of the Atlantic, his bare feet sinking slightly into the wet shoreline. He wore a white linen shirt, untucked, and pants rolled to his calves. The wind ruffled his hair—hair that was more salt-and-pepper now than black, threaded with the silver of the wars he had fought—but he didn't smooth it down. He looked up the dunes. The boardwalk weathered to a soft gray, cut a path through the beach grass. It was the only straight line in a landscape of shifting sand and water.

“What if he’s right? What if our bond is cursed?” Caden’s hand found her face, his touch firm and steady. “He’s wrong. Our bond is ours—not his.” The landscape rippled, unveiling a final vision. Rollan stood at a crossroads, older, his mark glowing faintly. One path stretched toward a burning wasteland, littered with fallen warriors. The other led to a green valley, wolves and humans standing together in peace. At the center, Aria and Caden faced each other, the golden thread between them blazing. Their hands bled, drops of crimson mingling on the ground.

Each step sunk into the ground like walking through thick mud. "We are gaining ground!" Okan cheered. "What is up ahead?" Eira could see a change in the landscape. The crusty, cracked ground gave way to mounds of golden sand. "That is the Drifting Dunes Desert," Junayd answered. "Perhaps we can use it to hide and regroup." Many of those nearby looked to Devrim for confirmation. His mouth formed a determined line. "You heard the general. To the dunes!" The race became slower and slower as both groups tried to reach the sand. They were all growing tired. Thankfully the ground seemed to be growing tired as well; it was caving in less and less the further they walked.

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

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.”

“You nearly passed out twice, saved an unstable cosmic ghost, and almost got vaporized. Hovering is the bare minimum.” Aiden rolled his eyes gently. “Okay, fair.” Dante slipped an arm around his waist anyway. “Good. Because I’m not stopping.” They started walking along the ridge, climbing free of the crater. The desert stretched endlessly ahead—golden dunes blending into violet dusk. Aiden breathed out slowly. “It’s quiet.” “Too quiet,” Dante muttered. “Which is concerning.” Aiden gave him a sideways look. “Can we have one moment where silence doesn’t equal danger?”

The corrupted bond still throbs from the corridor encounter, a constant reminder of her proximity. "Alpha Draven." I turn. Dorian Cross approaches with that easy, aristocratic grace that always puts me on edge. Everything about him is controlled. Refined. Too perfect to be trustworthy. "Walk with me," he says pleasantly. It's not a request. We move to a private alcove off the main hall. Dorian's pleasant expression doesn't falter, but his eyes are cold and calculating. "That was quite a performance," he says. "Which part?" "The Moonshadow tearing apart everything we've built." He studies me. "You seemed... distracted during the session."

More darts wheeze past me and I try to run in a zigzag manner to confuse them. But for how long can a common omega resist such force? When I come to a crossroad, my legs give out again and a dart finally finds its way into my back. The forest starts to spin and my breathing starts to come out in heavy spurts. I fall, back first to the ground, vision blurring as I see some bear shifters approach. At the lead is Angus. He smiles. “You're a good runner.” The world fades to black. *** The feeling of something wet underneath me wakes me up.

" Neither of them dared to resist. They could only plunge into the murky water, searching desperately in the pond that was nearly chest-deep. Nathan wanted to drain the pond entirely, but a single glance from Grandpa stopped him. So the two of them had no choice but to keep searching through the muddy water with their injuries. By the time night fell, they had only managed to find Grandpa's cane. After soaking for half a day, their wounds had already begun to show signs of infection. Both of them collapsed by the edge of the pond, their swollen faces resembling pig heads as they gasped for breath. "Sabrina… we really can't find it… please… please let us go…" My eyes shifted thoughtfully as I

Its just that, it resembles something . "It's gone." His gaze remained on me. I saw the moment he rolled his eyes at what he heard. The serene of the wind carresing my back made me gasp. Not because of the cold it brought but because of the reaction I saw to Alforo. "Seems familiar?" he chuckled. I averted my gaze from him. I cleared my throat as I watch him looking at me intently. "Start it, Demi." She nods. "I don't cry but that was a lie."