Dune First Book Novels & Stories

Find out here on BOOK II OF CAITRONA's DESIRE also now known as PROPERLY YOUR ROOKIE GIRL! Do you miss the cast of book 1? Here you have to read about them again but as an elderly person. This story belongs to Angelo Dellucci, can you show the love of the parents to the son? Soon you've to read this book on GOOD NOVEL if you can't find the complete books here on W*****d. REMINDERS Before you all start reading, please understand that this story is the first draft, and hasn't been edited, revised, or anything. And also, I'll be so happy if every one of you follows me here on Goodnovel💋

You're the first one. Damon: I can't say anything about the first one thing but I will make sure to be your last... With that, he pinned my hand on the bed making me yelped feeling aggressive pain on my burnt hand. His lips landed on my collarbone... I felt him sniffing my wet body... I struggled against his body but it has no effect on him... I gasped when his lips came in contact with my bosoms... He started to suck harder on them while his one hand kept on roaming on my wet body...

She nodded and turned her attention to the front and listened to what the professor discussed. “I’m going to the library. It’s boring here,” I said, and before she could confirm, I already teleported to the library. I walked toward the bookshelves and selected some books, but an old book on the far end of the shelf caught my attention. It was full of dust, so I used my powers to get rid of the dust. ‘The Moon’ is the title of the book. The title seems interesting, so I read it.

📖 ⸻ Unlike every other book… It had no title. ⸻ No author. ⸻ No pages visible. ⸻ Only a black cover. ⸻ The moment Ilyaan saw it… Pain exploded through his mind. ⚡💥⚡ ⸻ Memories flooded his soul. ⸻ The Silent Sea. ⸻ The First War. ⸻ Auren. ⸻ The Second Dreamer. ⸻ And someone else. ⸻ Someone completely forgotten. ⸻

“This isn’t the original one.” “What do you mean?” “The original book disappeared decades ago.” “So... this is just a copy?” “One of the few remaining actually.” He opened the book slowly. Most of its pages had faded with time. Some had been torn away entirely. Others were covered with stains that looked disturbingly like dried blood. Serafina felt an odd ache in her chest. As though she had seen this book before. But still, it feels impossible for her. Darius turned several pages. “This kingdom was called Blood Moon.”

POV DARLENE The transition from the First Luna’s tomb was not a shift in space, but a Shattering of the Universal Narrative. As the white-emerald leaves of the goddess’s resurrection consumed the oily silt of the 113th layer, the "Grave" didn't just dissolve—it Inverted. We emerged into the One-Hundred-and-Fourteenth Layer of Entropy, a realm that felt like the cold, sterile interior of a diamond. This was the Chamber of the First Name, the ultimate boardroom of the West, where the First Man—the architect who had convinced the First Alpha to build the Loom—sat behind a desk of Polished Void.

And far beyond that, like a mirage of heaven, the Citadel gleamed against the sky, daring him to dream. The quarry was already alive with noise by the time Tunde arrived, picks clanging against rock, engines sputtering, and the occasional crackle of static from the Citadel drones overhead. People moved like ants below the pit walls, heads bowed, backs bent, chasing the shimmer of Adrium in the dirt like it was salvation.

When we weren't training, she made us spend all our time in the library. “Is it wrong to read those books?” I asked. “No. It's never wrong to read, sister.” She cupped my cheeks softly. “But the power in reading is knowing which information you can weaponize and which one to ignore. The lies in books are just as much as the truth.” I nodded, already committing her words to memory. She sighed and drew closer to me. “Remember this, Eloise. No one out there is your friend. They're all enemies waiting to strike you the minute you let your guard down. Use every weapon at your disposal to destroy your enemies before they destroy you. Always make the first move.”

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock. The bond explodes between us like a star being born. I drop to my knees, unprepared for the sensory onslaught. Across from me, Rain does the same, a strangled sound escaping his throat. Dawn's consciousness floods into mine—fragments of her fear as she faced Sorin, her wonder at Rain's dragon form, her confusion and pain as the shadow magic drained her light. Beneath those immediate sensations run deeper currents—her determination, her loneliness, her hunger for belonging.