Dune Novel Novels & Stories

Just still water and a name no longer carved in stone. Esi clutched her chest. Tano caught her as she staggered. “They’re inside our stories,” he said. “They’re rewriting them from the root.” --- By noon, the dunes broke. Before them stood a plain of cracked white salt, rimmed in spirals like fingerprints pressed into stone. At its center rose a village — or rather, the ghost of one. Its huts shimmered like heat mirages. Its people walked without casting shadows. And in the air above it all, a shape hovered.

One half fell to the ground, the lower half quickly scurried into the sands. The company was still in shock when dozens of sandworms attacked together. Xiao Chen focused his attention and chanted incantations. The Unsullied Sword turned into thousands of long brilliant radiances, making whizzing noises. Blood seemed to rain. These mutant worms had been completely destroyed by the sword radiances. The newly emerging sandworms no longer dared to come forward. They slinked back like the tide, just the same way as they had arrived.

I would love to offer something to the creator that will allow all dragons a destined mate, but I do not have any ideas yet. The last few pages of the book are empty, except one. It’s a sketch of a beautiful woman lying on the bed. Her body shape is gorgeous. It reminds me of Tru’s. I place the book down and wonder what’s happening. The book is in my writing, and the entries sound like they are me, but it isn’t possible. I never came here after the stone disappeared. I was too busy searching. The dates are of a time I was stone.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

♠️ ETHAN♠️ The warehouse district was a ghost town at night, rusted metal and broken windows, the perfect place for secrets. We moved in silence: Caspian’s team in black tactical gear, Dre and I flanking them. Thermal drones had pinpointed heat signatures inside the old cannery building. We breached hard, flashbangs popping, doors kicked in. Shouts echoed as Caspian’s men flooded the space. Brandon had Georgia pinned against a wall, knife to her throat, eyes manic. Jamila and Francesca stood nearby, guns drawn, duffels at their feet, ready to bolt.

'Even I can't confront such a powerful aura head-on. * The army marched for three days and three nights before finally arriving at a city in the northwest. Along the way, not a single person uttered a complaint; not even a groan of tiredness was heard. Even Adrian could not help but admire them from the bottom of his heart. This was the city of Desolate Dune, located on the border of the northwest desert and an important fortress for the Dragon Dynasty's defense. The city was almost devoid of civilians and was primarily occupied by soldiers guarding the borders.

Dune had left the evening prior. That meant at the early mornings and late evenings, she has to do all her drills by herself. It’s a bit reminiscent that Dune happened to be her most unexpected confider since waking up in Polvaros. The man was a big mass of trouble and her respect for him was enormous. As she was carrying a large chunk of weight up the mountains to get her head out from her last interaction with Santina, she saw something fly up above her.

We studied the behaviors, accents, and customs of Dune Kingdom mercenaries. Siran taught us hand signals used only in the Dune pits, and Eliza drilled us in desert survival, reminding everyone that heatstroke and dehydration would kill us faster than anything else would. Every night, I shared a quiet moment with her. One night, while the others slept, I found her in the gardens, reading more books about their kingdoms. In order to fit in, she had to study their ways. Infiltration was no joke. “You should sleep,” I murmured.

I heard Alex, “We’re here.” Dune asked, “What made you think that whole tornado thing was a good idea?” I stood up fast and tried to hide the dizziness, “I will do whatever it takes to keep you away from me.” Dune laughed, “You really think this will do that? I have been holding back, because I care about you. But now, you’ve pissed me off. I will not let you leave here and you will be marked and mated tonight.” He jumped after me and I found the dagger that I had pulled out of my leg. As he landed on top of me, I put the dagger on my chest, pointing up, too late for him to change direction. The look of panic on his face was priceless. While the impact knocked the breath out of me, I quickly

"Dylan," I interrupted him, "hold me." He paused in disbelief. "Hold me," I repeated. Warm arms enveloped me, holding tighter and tighter. I could feel the hands embracing me trembling slightly. Seven years ago, Dylan had waited on the coastal road with a bouquet of roses, his heart full of joy. From dawn to dusk, he waited, but I never came. The day I rejected Dylan, he asked me with reddened eyes, "Really, you don't like me at all?"