Dune Crossover Novels & Stories

"Please, Laia, I am begging you. I can tell him to leave me and choose you instead. I just want my mother back. My father has not visited me here yet, I am so worried. The pack is in danger now, the neighboring pack is planning to attack us and our army was not well because of the curse. You love Kylo, right? Will you be happy if he loses his pack? Will you be happy seeing him grieving for his dead pack members? "I am not like you who can not jump off the cliff for him even if he was doing everything for you." She rebutted, which hit me more than it seemed. "Then undo the curse, I promise to give him to you. Please undo the curse." She stared at me and softly smiled. "I cannot undo the curse

The few surviving Crimson Howlers who weren't already dead or dying fled into the night, leaving behind the kind of carnage that would give the local police force nightmares for years. And through it all, one figure dominated the chaos like a force of nature. Darius sat on his bike at the entrance to our ruined compound, surveying the destruction with the cold assessment of an alpha calculating territory and casualties. Even at this distance, even after everything that had happened between us, my wolf recognized him with a pull so strong it made my knees weak. His gaze found me across the wreckage, and for a moment the world went silent. Five years collapsed into nothing. The mate bond pulle

Damon crossed the floor, running a critical eye over every detail; the lighting, the projection angles, the placement of the CrossTech insignia. Everything was under control. Just as he liked it. But somewhere, in the back of his mind, the thought remained. ShadowByte is out there. And when Damon Cross wanted something, it was only a matter of time.

The news was on, showing a local business update. There was Derrick, sharp in his suit, standing next to an older man with silver hair at some corporate event. The caption read, [Shaw Group's Chairman, with his son Derrick, stepping into the limelight for the first time...] On the screen, Derrick's once ravaged face had healed significantly after treatment. A layer of foundation made him look almost presentable as he offered a smile to the camera. Next to him was a young woman, her attire impeccable, her demeanor refined. The host introduced her as the heiress of a partner corporation.

All I see in his eyes is lust, and his goddamn tented pants from his dick, which I want nowhere near me. "She's not yours either," he gasps, throwing a punch directly in my gut, which I take. "Omegas are for all to rut." He sweeps his gaze to Cara behind me. "Wrong thing to say." My fingers around his neck squeeze tighter. He may be built like a tank, but I am convinced he's never experienced the number of battles I've endured or faced the monsters that live up in the North. The kind that rip your head off with one swipe for looking at them the wrong way. And yet Cage's father sent his only daughter to them in exchange for peace between their two packs. But I shake those thoughts away. They

hollow. “This is it,” Kai growled mentally. John’s wolf whined low. “I still don’t understand why this site.” “Because this is where she was last seen.” They moved further along the edge of the territory, further than most of the pack would travel without escort. At the border, Kai turned to John. “We’re crossing into disputed land. Humans and rogues roam here. Keep your ears sharp.” John’s ears flicked back. “Understood.” They padded deeper into the wilderness. The scent of ash grew stronger.

Faster than before. Luna continued forward. The seven Alphas followed behind her. When they stepped out of the tomb's stone door, the fine snow on the ice plains had already stopped. The grey wolf leaped down from the snow dune. Brushed a circle against her leg. Its tail swept across her boots, still dusty with stone powder. Dorian's drones completed a full structural scan of the tomb's interior. A new folder appeared in the encrypted channel. Titled "The Door of the First One."

His skin was tanned, as if he spent most of his time outside – killing territory passers – and he had a light stubble lining that perfect jaw. “Name’s Chase, never come into my territory again” he says and I’m suddenly pushed backwards. I land on my bum again, knowing that it will join the parts of me that will become blue. I scramble up, rushing towards Felix. For the first time in our lives, he wraps an arm around my waist, comforting me. “If I see any of you close to the border again – I will end you!” Chase warns. He glances at me for a second, giving me a wink before disappearing into the woods. When he’s gone I nestle my head into Felix’s shoulder, tears leaking out of my eyes.

Alexander said, tossing an empty magazine and loading a new one. The cross - fire closed in. The abandoned runway offered no cover. Forced back along the rock wall, they slipped into an inverted V - shaped crevice below the cliff. Their retreat was blocked. A slippery, moss - covered wall at their backs, fetid water at their feet. The drone swarm closed in, the hum of high - explosive fuses filling the air. Red warnings flashed non - stop on the explosion - proof tablet.

The wind howled across the dunes, carrying the scent of salt and sunbaked rock. Beside him, Lorian lay face-down in the sand, groaning. Caelum stood, brushing grit from his clothing. His head throbbed dully, but he remained calm. He scanned the coastline. Endless ocean to one side, cliffs on the other. No trees. No wolves. Just open space and uncertainty. He turned to Lorian and nudged him with his foot. “Get up. We need to move.” Lorian rolled over, blinking against the sun. “Where… where are we?”