Dune Novel Series Novels & Stories

The DOD would see exactly what she wanted them to see…a revolutionary technology led by a mysterious but brilliant CEO. Just like Silvermoon would see exactly what she planned to show them…a cold investor evaluating distressed assets. The omega who'd fled in tears had been replaced by a strategist who played three-dimensional chess with million-dollar pieces. Both the Pentagon and Silvermoon would learn that Elena Cross didn't just compete…she dominated. Her reflection in the darkened window showed a stranger's face. Harder than the girl who'd believed in fairy tale mates. Colder than the wolf who'd howled for pack acceptance. Stronger than anyone who'd dismissed her as weak bloodline could

He wished he could have participated in the killing. Darwin, on the other hand, was a lycan between three communities that used both but believed in neither of them. The Winterberg Village, which is home to humans, the Redberg Village, which is home to lycans; the Munster Village, which is home to witches; and the mountainous region, which is home to trolls and other ordinary supernatural beings.

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

She leaned against me while I began to tell her. “As you saw for yourself, my brothers and I are dragon shapeshifters. We boarded our ship and escaped our world. Drakkon has been at war for many years and the weapons the Curonder’s, that is who our enemy is. They last used a weapon that had turned into germ fare. It has made our women sterile and they can no longer bear children. Along with the chemicals from the weapons that went airborne, it is killing off all vegetation. And poisoned the water. The water had all but dried up by now. My brothers and I tried to tell the council that we needed to leave our world and find someplace to start over. But they argue that with women not able to giv

She trailed off, swallowing, and Sienna’s gut twisted—Dorian’s plans, always more, always controlling—and she wondered what waited there, what he’d left. They descended—mud slick underfoot, trees thinning—and the cabin emerged: small, weathered, half-buried in the hillside, a faint light flickering inside. Lila pushed the door—creaking, stiff—and stepped in, Sienna behind, Roman last, his shoulder brushing hers as he passed, and damn if it didn’t spark again—heat, want, regret—making her clench her fists.

It is the same for any place where paranormal creatures live. The Crescent Moon Pack is the gatekeeper of the Diamond Realm. I have never been there, but from what I have heard, it is a wonderful place. There are many paranormal species living there. A long time ago, the Diamond Realm was opened to everyone, including humans. The Diamond Realm was founded by Queen Sera—the most beautiful werewolf female that had ever lived—and her mate, King Aris—who was the son of the king of the Ruby Realm of the vampires.

Chapter 36 - Sacrifice Damon I followed the young illusion of Alora, weaving through the thick pine trees. Helix right beside me, never missing a beat. Though the moon's glow never shifted, it felt like we had been running for hours through the dark forest. Finally, we started to slow down, and I followed Alora's lead as she appeared from behind a pine tree. A similar stone path to the one I had travelled to get to the fire was now before us.

“Just tell me where I am!” “Okay then” he then started look serious as he was preparing to tell something. “This is the other world. The Inhabitants of this Land call this world Beaume. Compared to your original world, it is not as advanced and modern as you might expect. It’s approximately about halfway through what your world calls the medieval age. This is the time period of war between dominant countries and war against demon creatures.” He explained. He snapped his left hand, and in an instant, brought a cup out of nowhere. He sipped a little before he continued.

Byron I strode through the dark corridors of the dungeons, passing by several cells, most of which held Hollowborns we captured. Hollowborns were the second plague of our time. Capturing supernaturals and stealing their magic. I always enjoy torturing them. But today, I'd come for a different reason. I stopped before the cell that held the werewolf. The gates had been laced with wolfsbane, making it impossible for her to try to escape. It didn't seem like she was planning on it, judging by how she curled against the wall, hugging her knees tightly. She didn't seem to notice my presence, or maybe she just didn't care enough.