Dune Messiah Audiobook Novels & Stories

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

I could feel the weight of generations pressing down, reminding me that my father’s legacy stretched far beyond Bloodmoon. The elders stepped forward, laying hands on the raft. “Alpha Redhart, protector of our people, father of Liora, son of the Moon,” they chanted, voices blending into a haunting harmony. “Run free beneath eternal skies.” My throat tightened. I couldn’t speak. The raft was gently nudged into the river. The current caught it as if recognizing an old friend. Around me, hundreds of wolves bowed their heads in one synchronized, mournful gesture. I handed the torch to Xavier; our fingers brushed, and a shiver of grounding comfort passed between us.

"I have seen it myself Darius. In my dreams I saw the beast, i-it had razor sharp canines, surrounded by an ocean of dead bodies. War, blood, battle cries rang through the air and I was the only one left to face it. You have to believe me!" "Enough!" Darius yells, making Audrey jump back. She stared at him wide eyed, her hand on her chest as her heart raced. Darius had never yelled at her before. It brought tears to her eyes, tears of frustration, confusion and hurt. The lump in her throat grew, she tried to swallow it but it was of no use. She cast her gaze low, not willing the tears to fall but they slipped down, wetting her cheeks. She didn't understand why Darius was not listening to her

“Ready the battalions. If they want a fight, I’ll give them one they’ll never forget.” The messenger shrank back, bowing low before vanishing into the shadows. Mahisar turned toward the window of his chamber, gazing out over the dunes where the demon horde seethed like a living storm. His lips curled into something between a smile and a snarl. So be it.

Shiloh nodded and vanished as Messiah gathered something on the ground. “You said—” “Vampires have no business meddling with the fall of this world,” Messiah said. “You think you understand what is going on, but you’re blinded by your own desires.” “Enough,” Ian said. “Messiah, go.”

Some kind of wish under stress? Nothing made sense anymore. “Impossible!” the council member boomed. But Caleb would not give up. “Doctrine states that a special half-breed such as this will be the Messiah, and that she will lead us to the lost sword,” Caleb snapped back, defiantly. “Doctrine states that a half-breed will bring the Messiah,” the council member corrected. “Not be.” “You are parsing words,” Caleb answered. “I am telling you that war has begun, and that she will lead us to the sword. Time is swift. We must have her lead us to it. It is the only hope we have.”

“I hold no strategies, merely stories of past events. As a book, I cannot think for you. However, I can share some insights that may help your quest.” “What kind insights?” Micha pressed eagerly. “As the living book, I house knowledge of past, future, and prophecies that are yet to unfold.” “Please, anything that could help with this war!” I implored. The living book gave us hope, the book whispered, “King Johnson and Micha will return—not alone, but with Queen Selene. Their arrival will align with destiny.” Micha’s eyes widened. “Really? Are you certain?” “I do not offer falsehoods,” the book reassured.

Merry Christmas, Lynn Byrne *** More to come for Damon and Misha. What is hell really like?

With her. “I’m not choosing you,” she said. Elias’s expression softened into something like sadness. “Then you’re choosing death.” The monolith split down the centre with a thunderous crack. From the gap crawled a shape larger than any of the shadow-wolves — a beast built of bones and ash, eyes like black suns, claws dragging trenches in the earth. The runes along its body glowed red, matching the veins in the sky. It roared, a sound that shook the trees. The Hollow itself seemed to lean closer.