Dune First Book Novels & Stories

“Just tell me where I am!” “Okay then” he then started look serious as he was preparing to tell something. “This is the other world. The Inhabitants of this Land call this world Beaume. Compared to your original world, it is not as advanced and modern as you might expect. It’s approximately about halfway through what your world calls the medieval age. This is the time period of war between dominant countries and war against demon creatures.” He explained. He snapped his left hand, and in an instant, brought a cup out of nowhere. He sipped a little before he continued.

Instead, I would be grounded for a month rather than get nightmares for a year. There was dust on it. The particles made me cough as I blew to brush it off, only to inhale. I read the title as if it was in an ancient language. "Amihan," I whisper in the ancient tongue, pronouncing the word. It wasn't hard. Nay taught me a few letters of the ancient language, so reading the title of this book came in handy. Now here comes the fun part. I open the book to the first page and read the passage.

I help her lift it up, and that is when we see the book that is just sitting there in the sand. I hear Nova's breathing seize. “What's that?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. I look around one more time, making sure that we aren't being watched, as I pull the book out of the sand, dusting off the cover. There isn't a name. As I open the book and flip through the pages, they are slightly damp, with almost all the pages empty. I get to the middle, and that is when I see the first drop of ink in the book. The handwriting is more or less scribbling, but I can clearly read everything.

There was a murmur of surprise and disbelief. “Sounds like Shai-Hulud,” said Maurice knowingly. “Is that a Dune reference?” I said, regretting it immediately. “Yes. And it’s pronounced Doon.” “No, it isn’t,” I said. Maurice was too deep in his element to be distracted by the nay-saying of plebs like myself. “The giant sandworms, the Shai-Hulud, roam the planet Arrakis as servants of the gods.” There’s never a giant worm around when you need one. I’d have gladly walked into its yawning gullet at that moment.

It wasn’t male either. It was both. And neither. And it knew him. He slammed the book shut. The flames on the torches flickered. > “Someone’s protecting her. Someone older than any of us.” Alex turned to leave—but before he did, he noticed one book... tucked deep into the wall, half-hidden behind a cracked obsidian skull. Its title glowed faintly: “The First-born Flame: Records of the One Who Watched the Moon.” He reached for it. But the moment his fingertips touched the leather, the runes around the library pulsed—and the book… vanished.

Buried the truth. “Forgive me, Selene,” the final page read. “You were born for more than a throne. You were born to end the blood-rot. And they will come for you when they feel your rise. Trust only the storm. Follow the fire.” I stared at the page for what felt like an hour. Then I closed the book. And when I stepped back outside, the sun had lowered—and the wind had changed. Smoke. And distant, too-familiar howls.

Still, I love the author, Priam, but his book this time is confusing. His book was always been things about the morphers; how they live, their traditions and more. But this is the first time I came across something like this and for one thing, it is still, Priam's book. It's still early for my shift at the cafe, so I reach for my phone and type the title of the book. "The...first....born." I muttered typing every letter with my heart beating fast.

I scoffed, smiling slowly. Somehow, I felt a bit relieved, at least I didn't have to believe anything. But just before I looked away, my eyes caught something lurking at the end of the shelf. “Chrono..logy,” I read out, grabbing the badly worn out book from the shelf. “The first of men?” I whispered, my eyes fixed on the cover of the book. It was filled with detailed arrangements of events from time immemorial of the ironhowl pack. “Alpha..Zane, the first,” I read out, tracing my finger on his face.

I heard Alex, “We’re here.” Dune asked, “What made you think that whole tornado thing was a good idea?” I stood up fast and tried to hide the dizziness, “I will do whatever it takes to keep you away from me.” Dune laughed, “You really think this will do that? I have been holding back, because I care about you. But now, you’ve pissed me off. I will not let you leave here and you will be marked and mated tonight.” He jumped after me and I found the dagger that I had pulled out of my leg. As he landed on top of me, I put the dagger on my chest, pointing up, too late for him to change direction. The look of panic on his face was priceless. While the impact knocked the breath out of me, I quickly

If Karen Milburn could do anything for her parents and kids, then Alpha Ramore could do anything for the forest. That forest was his twenty years of toil, hard work, and sweat. To break him apart, she was to ruin everything that was dear to him, the exact way he broke her. She had promised herself not to rest until all the forest turns to ashes, which would be easy enough to be carried away by the wind. She believed it would be a matter of time before the news spread throughout the entire pack. Soon enough, everyone will be crowded there, moaning at the destruction of the forest, which meant the world to every member of the pack. She wanted to demean Alpha Ramore, and the best way would be t