Dune Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Not a single person with the last name Kreg. Why are you asking about this now, Ley?” Haley became more and more perplexed. "It's nothing." She stopped thinking about it and started concentrating on keeping Edward company while they were eating. She eagerly placed food on Edward’s plate as well, following his lead. As though reliving the unfettered delight of childhood, the two of them moved back and forth. Haley’s phone abruptly displayed a message at that same moment. [Are you in the Dune? I believe I just saw you.] Though a little surprised, Haley responded right away: [No, you must have seen wrong.]

while humming a dirty Northern campfire song. "Runa, for the tenth time, return to your own mount," Damon growled, though I noticed he wasn't actually pushing her off. "My horse is boring, Goldie," Runa whispered loudly into his ear, tugging on a braid. "He doesn't have muscles like yours. And he doesn't smell like sandalwood and repressed desires. Besides, you’re so warm. It’s like riding a very angry sun." "I am a Commander of the North!" Damon huffed, his face a shade of red that matched the sunset. "I am not a... heat source!"

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.

This was my escape, a place where I could breathe, think, and just… be. I was buried in a thick, hardcover book, its weight pressing against my thighs, fingers tracing the words of Shadow Vale’s bloody history. Wars, betrayals, names that lingered like scars. My finger paused on a passage about a past Luna freeing the pack from her tyrannical Alpha mate when the door creaked open. And he entered. Alpha Dane.

before they run into each other I all but throw myself out the way trying to not get bowled down by Ariel. Me Dana and Landon all look at each other before looking back at Duncan and Ariel as Duncan wraps his arms around her waist and buries his head into her hair Ariel wrapping her hands around his neck and holding on to him as she lays her head in his chest. I look at them and a pang of jealousy runs through me at the sight of them as I wonder what it would be like to have a mate and if they would look at me the way Duncan looks at Ariel, I suppress that emotion as quickly as it appears as all I want is to be happy for the both of them I think Ariel will be a good influence on Duncan and m

NOTE FROM RARE once again guys, I am having problems with the network so I am uploaded an unfinished chapter. I will try to see if I can proof-read it here and re upload it again. Now this one has a lot of errors since I just typed it and uploaded without checking it.. bear with me for some time please. Love… ~~~ DUNCAN POV There was no place in the world I would rather be in than the dungeon. Especially on January 1st.

I’d seen the same look in Edin’s eyes earlier that day as he'd tended to Fawna. Watching Officer Golgor and Emmalina, my mind turned to Dane’s hasty departure. In spite of the fact that, less than a half hour before, we’d made passionate loved among the trees in Chalmer’s Grove, Dane hadn’t kissed me before leaving. He hadn’t even said goodbye to me. Worse, he’d obviously been angry—when I’d done nothing to deserve the anger. For the second time that night I asked myself, Has Dane Wiltshire used me for sex, and now that he’s gotten what he wanted, has he cast me aside?

Andaya. But promises meant to be broken right? It's not new anymore. But as I think about it everything seems to be hard. How I'm cold with Ambre and how I'm too bad for Alforo sincerity. I don't want to admit it but it's true. And seeing how Ambre made his promises for me while in a duel return, I'm still here crying and kneeling to forgive myself.

Tina stared at me, wide-eyed and puzzled. I stood up, walked over to her, and took her hand. "Tina, I've made up my mind. On the next full moon, I'm rejecting Hector and leaving the Dark Moon Pack for good. I'm going back to the Blue Mountain Pack, and you can come with me. Will you?" "I will," Tina replied without hesitation. "But the Blue Mountain Pack is in the middle of a war. It's dangerous. Aren't you scared?" I asked. "I'm not afraid," Tina said firmly, shaking her head. "When my parents kicked me out and I was almost sold off, you saved me, Luna. You brought me here and let me keep on living. As long as I'm with you, I fear nothing."

Raine's eyes widened and glazed over, her mouth opening silently. Dane drank in the sight, feeling lovesick and hungry. “You were so vulnerable and fragile—and you depended on me—so I had no right to feel it, but it was useless. You could make me breathless by touching my arm. You could make me breathless just by looking at me.” Dane pushed another finger in and started moving them in and out, all the while looking a heavily-breathing Raine in the eyes. “You should have never trusted me, baby.” He kneaded her inner wall ruthlessly. She cried out, her eyes unfocused and face pink. She looked so fucking lovely, Dane felt like licking her all over again. “Another finger?” he asked.