Dune: Part 3 Novels & Stories

The wind howled over the dunes as if whispering secrets meant only for the brave. Donato wiped the sweat from his brow, his boots crunching against hot sand. Sunlight bounced off the silver water bottles strapped to his side, and a half-empty pack of protein bars hung from his shoulder. He moved like a ghost through the blazing desert, every step a test of will, every breath a silent vow. The call connected. Static crackled for a moment. "Luca," Donato's voice came through, strained but alive. "I'm about to pass the desert. Three more days to reach the next point on the map."

The wind carried a chill, brushing past our fingertips. I suddenly remembered a quote I once read: "For those who have been hurt, those heavy scars are never worth reopening." "What should be praised is the courage to endure in desperate situations." The mountain that once stood before me had already been climbed the moment Dylan returned. "Let's end it here, Jeffery. Stop this." "We're both doing fine. Let's not entangle ourselves anymore." His tears suddenly began to fall. His lips trembled uncontrollably, unable to utter a word of protest.

At the top of the high green hill lay my parents, and beside them was me. And beside me, there was a tiny grave. That was my tiny child's home. He hadn't had the chance to come to this world. Winston carefully hid in the corners the entire time, watching the others put me into my grave. After three years, I was finally able to leave this place where I experienced love and hate. Winston cried with tears all over his face. "Aryanna, I'm sorry..." I felt my soul dissipating a little bit. The last image before I could remember was Winston signing the agreement to donate his remains.

'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.

He had taken care of the problem, and he could now focus on more important things. He spent the rest of the day in meetings, finalizing the details of his deal with Kendrick. He was ruthless and efficient, leaving no stone unturned. As the sun began to set, Damon decided to take a break. He had heard about a new nightclub that was opening downtown, and he thought it might be the perfect place to unwind. He arrived at the club just as the sun was dipping below the horizon. The music was pulsating, and the crowd was already starting to grow.

When we finally reached the cemetery, Mother hurriedly ordered Victoria to be placed in the tomb. Just as Victoria was about to escape this predicament, I quickly spoke up in grief. "The burial oration hasn't been read yet." The accompanying officials nodded repeatedly. "The oration must be read so that the gods will know the crown princess' virtues." I looked at the long scroll and could not help but smile slightly. Victoria would never last that long. Just then, three familiar figures came rushing from the distance. Mother's blood ran cold as she instinctively looked up. With just one glance, she recognized the three beastmen.

Rowan had become part of that long before either of us understood what wanting really meant. Still, Rowan knew exactly how to sound reasonable, and I hated that some part of me still remembered what it was like to trust him. He must have seen something shift in my face, because he stepped closer at once. “So listen to me,” he said. “I’ve made up my mind. You’re the one I want. In three days, I’ll come back and do this properly. No more misunderstandings.” Then he smiled, soft enough to hurt. “Give me one chance to fix it.”

Unfortunately, our mother saw through our plan and with one spell she closed and strengthened all the doors and windows in the house, cutting off any escape route. Fortunately, I finally managed to break through this protection and we got outside, into the garden, and then into the forest, but my mother caught up with us and trapped all three under an energy dome that seemed to be quite weak, so there was a chance to pass it, but only Oliver would probably survive going through. ~~~~~~~~~

He crushed it in his bare hand, the metal groaning and snapping until it was nothing but a jagged, unrecognizable lump. They walked back toward the SUV, their footsteps crunching on the white ash. The woman in the habit stayed by the fountain, her humming starting up again—the same lullaby, but now the words were clear. "One for the master, one for the prize, one for the girl with her mother’s eyes. But when the master eats the sun, the war of the three has just begun." Dante reached the car first. He pulled the rear door open, his hand on his weapon.

Eliana watched them. There was something different about the way they looked at each other. Something she couldn't quite explain. She looked away. “So you were just lucky to meet each other?” “Very,” Ilyas said. Nate nodded. “Yeah.” As the sun began to set, the three sat quietly beside the lake. The sky turned orange. Eliana rested her head against her knees. “This might be my favorite day since I moved here.” Nate smiled. “Really?” “Really.”