Dune First Book Novels & Stories

Dune had left the evening prior. That meant at the early mornings and late evenings, she has to do all her drills by herself. It’s a bit reminiscent that Dune happened to be her most unexpected confider since waking up in Polvaros. The man was a big mass of trouble and her respect for him was enormous. As she was carrying a large chunk of weight up the mountains to get her head out from her last interaction with Santina, she saw something fly up above her.

The city beyond the alley was waking: sirens dopplering closer, helicopters thudding overhead, but here, in this crater of our making, time was a held breath, a heartbeat skipped, a promise broken. I reached for the book. The cover bit me. Not metaphor. Teeth: tiny, needle-sharp, made of red thread, sank into my fingertips, drawing blood that the leather drank like a sponge. The title flared, the letters rearranging into a new line: ALEXANDER KANE: THE FIRST BET. Elena’s gasp was a knife to my gut. “Alexander, don’t…”

I commented, taking a seat on the only chair, breathing in the peace that surrounded me now. The first book on top of the pile had it’s name carved on the leather cover, painted with gold and designed with small gems that shines when the light hits them. At first, I found it hard to read the letter but the more I stare at them, the more I seem to get it. It reads, “The Helsings: Protector of the Kingdom of Doria…” I opened the book, and oh, it was empty. Empty. Like really empty! Confused, I began flipping the pages only to find nothing but an empty pages, a thick empty book.

Moonrise came like the edge of a blade. They reached the dunes by twilight—an ocean of glass-sand that shifted with its own quiet breath. Heat clung to the ground despite the cold sky, as if the earth remembered being fire and refused to forget. Mirel—the seer who’d found them under the broken bridge—walked a half-pace ahead, cane sinking into the dunes with soft, resigned sounds. “Here,” she said at last, pointing to a patch of sand so ordinary it might have been overlooked a hundred times. “Don’t step, not yet. Listen.”

And she was going to find out who. The vault opened with a whisper of ancient magic. She stepped inside, and it felt like crossing into another world. Scrolls. Sealed tomes. Moonlit artifacts locked behind obsidian glass. Then she saw it: The Book of the First Moon-Blessed. Sealed in crimson wax. Titled only in runes. She broke the seal. And the book bled. The pages weren’t written in ink. They were written in blood. Her breath caught as she read: The first Moon-Blessed was named Liora.

When he looked outside, it was already evening, and the clouds had already gathered. “A rain in Eldoria,” he muttered before packing the books on the table to return them. Rayne arranged the books back, but the last book in his hand was something he had never taken before. He didn't remember taking this particular book; he turned the face cover to himself and read the words written as the title. “Desires and pleasures,” he said, his lips forming a smile. “So, you read something like this, Selene?"

Darius opened his mouth, much likely to defend his Alpha but I didn’t need to hear lies from his mouth. So, before he could say anything, I pointed toward the tray, “Let’s eat. I’m hungry.” After we were done eating, Darius gave me a few more protein bars and water bottles before bidding me goodbye with a promise to return soon. For the rest of the day, I crawled and followed the sunlight with a book in my hand that Darius brought the first night. It was about a girl surviving in a foreign land, much similar to me. I could see why he chose the particular book for me and for some reason, I found it funny.

It was brand new. Blaze wasn’t aware that she preferred this genre. Derek Landy was known for his dark fantasy books. Dang it! He should have let her choose on her own right from the beginning. ‘Right’ His wolf chimed in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Lilith brought the open book close to her nose and breathed in deeply. The feel of the smooth and crisp paper, that magical smell of a book being opened for the very first time was soothing. She felt lucky for being the first one to open it.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.