Dune: Kwisatz Haderach Edition Novels & Stories

Dune did a three-hit combo, while Evy maneuvered her body fast so as not to get hit. Evy grimace at the joke. "Which is my point. She doesn't know what I look like." Dune jump up and raised his sword. Evy held her ground and defended by blocking it with her own blade. The two swords clashed before they both backed away. "What do you think about your new magic instructor? Does she have a magical beast with her too?" "No... but she has a staff" "Oh..." His face fell. "She has a staff? What kind of staff does she have?"

The soldiers were immediately assembled in front of the walls and were ready to intercept the enemy. "GRAND ERUPTION!!" the ground breakers screamed as they unleashed thier joint technique on the incoming enemy. And from below, flames began shooting out from the cracks in the ground. The cracks got bigger and so did the flames, and it went on consuming their enemies until it was countered by another technique. "GREAT SAND STORM". This was the technique performed by Dune of the red sand. As soon as he unleashed his his technique, there was a more intense sandstorm than anyone had ever experience in a desert and it swept through the enemy frontline and kept going.

Before he disappeared the Sword Keeper sent his apprentice Dejon Dordez, now D2, along with his necklace in a pod to the planet in the distance to find the next sword Keeper. D2 is a witch, who was found by the Sword Keeper Areon, battered and bruised. He took her under his wing, made her his apprentice and taught her everything he knew and with her being a witch that was an added bonus. D2 landed at a beach in a place called Ohio and found that the necklace reacted to the girl calling herself Sekora Taru. Now D2 must help the Sword Keeper find the magic items and stop Kariya’s evil plan for world domination.

“No. I let you go.” Silence. Diego’s hands clenched. “What’s your game? And who are you?” The sorcerer turned toward him, those dark eyes gleaming. “My name is Saren Valis, and this is no game, Alpha.” The title dripped with meaning, with something too knowing. “You must know…” he continued, turning back to the rebel leader. “That Bor Khulan is watching. That the rebellion is already shifting. And that your ‘mission’ will determine where the tides fall.”

The air shifted around them. A low hum echoed through the stones. The earth trembled beneath their feet. Theoden’s fire roared to life, golden flames licking up his arms, dancing across his shoulders. Selene’s light flared in response, wrapping around her like a second skin. She looked like the sun incarnate, blazing from within. “Okay,” Darius muttered, squinting at the brightness, “I’m pretty sure I’m going blind. And mildly concerned they’re about to explode.” Luka turned his face away. “Don’t look directly at them.”

The Red Dunes bled. Beneath the rust-colored sky, the great sandstone gates of Iskhar yawned open. Heat shimmered off the ground like ghosts, and bone towers twisted toward the clouds, each one carved from the remains of wars long buried. Spears lined the paths. Skulls crowned the watchtowers. And in the air, thick and hot, hung the scent of flame-tempered oil and old prayers. This was the Dustborn Court. And it did not kneel.

For the first time, his eyes sharpened not with amusement, not with hunger, but with recognition. “I do not want you to kneel,” he whispered. “I want you to surrender.” Silas stepped beside me. “You’ll get neither.” The wind roared, picking up sand, ash, and bone fragments. Witches lifted their palms. Warriors lowered themselves into crouch, ready to strike. Damien’s army raised shields and blades, surrounding the valley in a tightening ring of steel. The sky dimmed, clouds thickening above us like a lid sealing over a coffin. Draco exhaled, tilting his head toward the heavens.