Dune: Part 3 Novels & Stories

Glancing at the red light flashing from afar through the window, she heard occasional gunshots along with the wailing alarm. Farrah then walked towards David and hugged him tightly. She patted David's back and whispered, “Baby, don't cry. Don't cry, mama's here... Don't cry, dear baby...” David slowly fell back to slumber amidst with the chaotic sounds, only focusing on her mother’s gentle voice. When Farrah saw him asleep, she tried to calm down herself and whispered to the necklace tied around her neck. “...Open.” Seconds later, the room disappeared and a small paradise-like space appeared. There're trees, green grasses, and a small waterfall on the right side.

She utters with a smile "What is it?" I declare. "We got new information about the Furvus eques." It's been three months ever since we tried to get information about the Furvus eques. "Are you serious?" I quickly pull myself up. Amelia giggles and responds. "Easy now." She says. I rolled my eyes and gently laid back on the bed. Amelia nods at me then grabs her tablet on the table beside my bed.

I finally responded to Josh, the last of the memories fading into the shadows of my mind. “About two miles into the woods from here,” he pointed to a map on a nearby screen. “One one of the fire trails. This van isn't going to make it.” “Then take us as close as you can,” I ordered, prepping a mountain bike for pursuit. "We need to..." I didn’t get to finish my sentence before Josh interrupted with a loud, “Oh shit!” “What?” “Ally just broke one of the drones. Now she’s running off the trail…” “Stop the van,” I bellow. “I’m getting out here.”

CHAPTER 1: Lyra's POV “Drink up, everyone! Tonight, we toast to three years of absolute peace under our Alphas!” A loud cheer echoed through the massive courtyard as Beta Thomas raised his wooden mug high. The annual Alpha Gathering was finally here, and the air was thick with the scent of roasted meat, heavy smoke, and the sharp, pine-and-earth aromas of hundreds of visiting wolves. Massive bonfires roared against the dark night sky, throwing orange light across the faces of allied Alphas, warriors, and elders who had traveled from all over the territory to renew their pacts.

I want to shout to the roof that he is mine but I can't. Goddess you gave me three, and they are worth it, you gave me the best of the best. I say to myself. I see Zama saying something to Damien, then they both turn to look at me before they look away. I wonder what she was saying. “Here is a club soda for you and a beer for me.” Damien says when he comes back with the drinks in his hand. “You will have to excuse me please, I am really needed, I hope you will be alright.”

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.

At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har

Strangers' kindness had a way of unraveling emotions, and that was exactly what happened to me. My tears dampened her shoulders, but she didn't say anything. She merely patted my back silently. She was nothing but a stranger, yet she'd given me so much warmth. After leaving the studio, I crouched by the roadside with my urn and photo. I stared into the distance, my gaze unfocused.

That word lingered in my mind. ♣️ ETHAN ♣️ Three days. Three days since Caspian had me arrested. Three days since I’d seen Marlene. “We’re almost there,” Dre said as we arrived at the estate. Reina’s excited scream filled the house the moment she saw me. “Ethan!” I joined her on the bed, careful of how fragile she looked. “I love you,” she said. “Are you married now?” Dre laughed. My phone rang. Marlene.

He crossed the room to the window and looked out. North wing. Third floor. The view matched the novel's description exactly. The long slope of dead grass running down from the estate wall, the tree line beyond it, the road cutting through at an angle toward the capital. He had read this view described in the narrator's establishing chapter, the one where the hero surveyed the Dreadmourne estate from a distance before deciding it needed to be purged. He had thought it was good scene-setting at the time. On the horizon, three points of light hung in the pre-dawn dark. Orange. Steady. The hero's signal flares. The kind that burned for hours, visible across twenty kilometers, used to mark a targ