Dune Messiah Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

The music was deafening, but in our little world, it felt like there was a barrier between us. I could hear every word he said. He leaned back against the bed behind us, turning his head. His voice was extremely hoarse: "Are you going to leave me again?" At that moment, the walls I had carefully built crumbled. He was Dylan, the only warmth in my bleak and hopeless life. He was my only hope when I fell into the depths of despair. All these years, just thinking his name made my heart ache with longing. I only wanted him to have a good life.

“Stop! Don’t hit me. Mrs. Foster, I’m not the mistress… Miss Foster, you’ve been deceived. I’m the real one who saved you–” A baton slammed hard into my back, and a metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth. “Still lying, huh? Hit her again. Don’t stop until she can’t get up.” At Mrs. Foster’s vicious order, the beating intensified again. My vision blurred, and the pool of blood beneath me grew larger. Was I going to die here again today? I clenched my lips and quickly took the chance to send Elijah a distress message through my smartwatch. Just as I was about to lose consciousness, Elijah arrived with the police.

A streak of black fire descended from the heavens. The impact sent a shockwave through the courtyard that leveled the remaining walls of the Forge. When the dust settled, a figure stood between Elara and the beast. Damon Blackwood looked like a god of war. His bare chest was covered in glowing silver runes. His eyes were suns of molten gold. His hands were wreathed in flames. He did not speak. He simply stepped forward and caught the Shadow-Beasts descending claw in one hand. "You touched my Luna " Damon said. His voice vibrated with a frequency that made the mountain tremble.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

[Kazeal’s POV] “The Jupitus pack has lost the war,” I said. Ever since Diana’s demonization had finished, she usually sits on the chair peering outside the window. That would be two days now. “Messiah, did you hear what I said?” Now, even when I talked about Zephyr, she didn’t react. Is this what the slow death of all those Messiahs looked like, as explained by the former Saints? They withdraw and stop responding. They don’t speak or show emotions like a living person would. They slowly fade away.

a god." Damian pointed to the Spire behind him. "My son is sleeping. And he does not like noise." He leaned into the mic. "You have one hour to clear this crater. Take your trucks. Take your drills. Take your wounded. If you are still within fifty miles of this mountain when the hour strikes..." Damian’s eyes flared gold. The Alpha aura rolled off him, amplified by the residual magic of the place. It hit the soldiers like a physical wave of dread. "...then I will wake him up. And he will be very, very cranky." The captain looked at Vane’s empty shell. He looked at the Spire. He looked at Damian. He lowered his rifle. "Pack it up!" the captain shouted. "We're moving out!" It was a rout. With

Finally, my father raised his hand. “Please, one by one.” An Elder raised from his seat. “Alpha Horace, Beta Cameron, we agreed on a peace treaty with the Hurricane Dawn Pack. We even already conducted the marking ceremony.” “Almost,” I interrupted the Elder. The Elder coughed and let out a dramatic sigh. “Yes, almost. But the point is, we must honor our agreement.” “I agree,” I said. Suddenly, the situation wasn’t so tense anymore. “But you said you didn’t want to let go of your mistress,” the Elder said again.

He stopped in front of me and after bowing briefly, he said “Luna… How are you today?” “I’m fine thank you… have we met?” “Yes, but not officially. I’m the gamma… Richard Davidson” “Oh, I see… where were you when I arrived?” “I was tending to an issue in another pack Luna” “Call me Chaos, Davidson” “Okay Lu…Chaos” I was about to talk again when the raised voices of two familiar people reached my hearing over the loud music that was playing in the background. We both turned towards the source of it and what I saw had me bursting into laughter again though I am not really surprised.

"Duke—" "Do you know how f*cking mad I am right now, My Luna?" Duke asked and his voice was so deep that I even shivered in horror. "Do you have any idea what first came to my mind right after I received a call from Koby? While I'm in a middle of a f*cking business transaction?"