Dune Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Something pastoral and gentle and completely at odds with the iron-grey sky pressing against the window to her left, where Dawny snow was still coming down in its quiet, relentless way. It was not anything exceptional, she could say that honestly. Hidi had better at home — not to brag, but just to state a known fact. Older pieces, things that even predated Nochten's empire, that dated back to when even that desert region of vampires was just a scatter of villages and warlords and small, fierce clans who had not yet decided who among them was going to be in charge. Work with actual technique in it. Work that had something to say rather than something to look pleasantly at.

The path was closing fast, throwing up dust that obscured their escape. Moments after clearing the dune, it closed with a massive thud behind them. A cloud of sand rained down, causing them to cover their faces. Exhausted and shaken, they collapsed on the ground to gather themselves. The dune was seamless. On the surface, there was no sign that a crack was ever there. “I’m getting too old for this,” Zigor said. He was on his pack, his pack preventing him from being completely horizontal. Somehow, Helick found humor in them almost being pulverized between the rocks. “I take it back,” Helick said. “The villagers may be on to something.”

Birds had nested in the dashboard. At midday, they stopped to eat. Damon pulled from his pack a battered copy of *Watership Down*, which he’d scavenged from a burned library two towns back. He read aloud as they chewed dried fruit and jerky, his voice soft and oddly reverent. It was the only book they’d kept, after the world ended. As he read, Elena watched Donovan run perimeter checks, ever alert. She wondered if this vigilance would ever break, if he could ever trust in the possibility of a future. Damon caught her glance and folded the book shut, reading her mind as always.

The night howled with the promise of war. Diego’s boots pressed into the damp earth as he moved through the underbrush, his senses sharpened by the pulse of approaching violence. The air carried the metallic scent of sharpened steel, the musk of Lycans shifting into their true forms. In the distance, beyond the hills that sloped toward Blackthorn’s walls, torchlight flickered—a fortress on the brink of being torn apart.

His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, the only betrayal of the storm building within him. “Subject: Deceased. Adrium: Not detected.” The lead drone emitted a short, shrill beep, and the others responded with a synchronized retreat, lifting upward like vultures denied a feast. In seconds, they were gone, vanishing into the smog above the ruins. Tunde exhaled slowly. His eyes flicked to the crate. The shard glowed faintly in the shadows like a heart still beating.

The room fell silent as the girl glared at me. Rachel interrupted the awkward silence by suggesting a walk outside for some fresh air. I agreed and off we went. The rain has stopped and the sun had finally made an appearance. Birds were singing away in the trees and children were playing happily around us. I listened as Rachel explained the girl who was called Gina, had been an orphan from a pack that had been destroyed in a bad attack years ago. The old Alpha of this pack had allowed her to join this pack. She was only four years old and the only survivor.

Dante said on behalf of the rest. "Well, see you all at the party" Antonio said as he closed the meeting. Silvana went up to Dracaryx, "welcome to the alliance Mr Vitale, I am Silvana Ferrante, head of the Ferrante family" Silvana introduced herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you Silvana" Dracaryx replied. Dante was the next person to introduce himself to Dracaryx. "I am Dante Russo, pleased to meet you" he said. "You are lying" Dracaryx said.

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.

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.

" A few days later, when Ethan finally came home and saw that I had moved out, he panicked. He went crazy, sending me texts and calling nonstop. Regardless of what he did, I only replied with one thing. "Do you have time to finalize the divorce?" Ethan eventually showed up. At that moment, I was talking with Alex Capel, the young firefighter who saved me, whether it was worth opening an art studio. My paintings had gotten a good response, and I had already received quite a few small commissions. Alex was always making jokes. Out of five sentences, three would make me laugh so hard I could not sit still.