Dune Crossover Novels & Stories

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

The rogues were defeated,the army was victorious Dylan, Aidan, Barton, Cecelia and Jeffery met the rest of their pack at the border ,they were celebrating with drinks and food,the celebration lasted all night long. Dylan suddenly felt restless, he decided to mind-link Samuel to check if the girls were okay but couldn't get through to him making him worry more. “Dylan, what's wrong?” Aidan mind linked to Him “I feel something is wrong like girls are not safe, we should go home” Dylan replied

“Brace yourself.” I grabbed onto him as the Jeep started rumbling. He pulled out a gun and loaded it. Then we heard the huffing and heavy breathing of Dune and Apollo running back towards us. “Fuck!” Dune cried. “Open fire!” Candido yelled. The bullets rang through the air, shooting the vampire heading towards us. The tires screeched and the jeep leaped forward. I held onto Candido tightly as the jeeps started rushing forward, pushing through the ambush that was about to descend.

Haven't even had a sip of water. She was a notorious workaholic, always unavailable during meetings, except for me. This had to be a coincidence. Directing the staff to isolate Thomas simply de-escalated the scene. It was reasonable. Still, the mood for reading was utterly ruined. I gathered Simon and headed to the mall instead. My phone buzzed again with a message from my friend. Donald Diaz: [Bro, that idiot secretly photographed you two and tagged a fake account of Imogen!] The forwarded tweet showed our backs as we left the bookstore. The caption read: [Encountered a brat and his ill-mannered dad. Good thing my girlfriend has my back.]

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

Barely visible through the dust, Kael pulled himself upright painfully. But something was wrong. Very wrong. The tunnel behind them had collapsed entirely. And the path ahead— Was sealed by armed wolves slowly emerging through the smoke. Raven Crest soldiers. At least twenty of them. Aria’s heartbeat slowed dangerously. The lead warrior stepped forward calmly. “You’re coming with us, Luna.” Kael drew both daggers instantly. “That sounds unlikely.” The soldiers spread wider. And somewhere deep within the collapsing sanctuary— Ronan suddenly stopped moving. Because through the synchronization—

“That’s what they expect.” Kael frowned. “If you delay, they tighten the net.” “Yes,” I said. “But if I run straight into it, I give them control of the setting.” Kaden watched me carefully. “You are thinking about going around.” “Through,” I corrected. Darius stiffened. “The old crossings.” I nodded. “The ones the council sealed because they didn’t fully understand them.” Kael’s mouth twisted. “Those places are unstable.” “So am I,” I replied. “Seems fitting.”

“We’re going to play a new game. It’s called ‘Follow Mama and Don’t Let Go.’ Can you do that?” The girl nodded solemnly. Tiny hands clutched her tighter. Outside, the wind had picked up again. They left Monteluna as quietly as they could, moving in a tight formation through the fields. Maris carried the drive. Cassian covered the rear. Crane led point. The clouds broke open just as they reached the ridge. No gunfire. No shouts. Just the low thrum of a drone in the distance and the echo of everything they’d lost. Anaïs didn’t look back.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Later that day, Damon entered Club Solace, a fortress of quiet opulence nestled deep in the hills - a sanctuary for the power elite. At the center table sat Adrian Cross, a man with skin like marble and eyes like cold steel. He didn’t rise when Damon entered. He simply gestured to the seat across from him. “You’ve inherited quite the mess, Mr. Thorne”. Damon sat but didn’t shake his hand. “Cut the pleasantries”. Adrian smirked. “Fair enough. Let me offer clarity. I can bury the past for you. The journal. The fallout. Everything. In return, you merge with my network. The Thorne-Cross Alliance

Through the windshield, they see the main launch platform glowing in the distance, more drones lifting off in waves. “Ground teams engaging,” Maddox reports from the trailing vehicle. “Variant turning some rogues into monsters—they’re hitting our flanks hard.” Garrick’s voice crackles over comms. “We’re rerouting to intercept. Hold the center.” Rowena leans forward, dominance rolling off her in waves. “All packs form the Crescent.” The first howl comes from Rowena. Another answers from somewhere deep in the trees. Within seconds the forest is alive with them. Sienna’s light intensifies. Callum’s sparks join hers, amplifying the effect. The mist ahead begins to thin where the golden radiance