Dune: Part 3 Novels & Stories

The wind howled over the dunes as if whispering secrets meant only for the brave. Matteo 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. "Marcus," Matteo’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."

he said. “I’ll see you soon,” I said and ended the call. Abeloth merged with me as I strapped my weapons on over my black combat gear. I switched my phone off and buried the backpack in the loose sand under some bushes. I started off at a jog and reached the exact spot of the coordinates I had received. “There’s nothing here,” Abeloth said in dismay. I stood in a small clearing, surrounded by shrubs and trees. There really was nothing out here, except a few houses to the southwest. Abeloth pushed forward and my eyes changed colour and adapted to the darkness around me.

The wind which blew across the middle eastern desert slapped sand particles painfully against the skin and blew ferociously hot, but somewhere in the vast Arabian desert not far from the city, in the tent of Omar bin Khalid bin Aaban, the wind outside was like a cool winter breeze compared to the tension that stretched thin within and fanned a burning heat which was slowly developing. He stood tall a little distance away from his father who sat on a soft cushioned pillow, legs crossed and eyes closed, anger evident on his old wrinkled face. Omar was being impossible.

The dragon growled as he blew the fire once again. Marcel had a shield of metal on his back, he took it out to cover himself from the fire of the dragon. This battle went on for a short time when Marcel ran to hide behind where Nazneen was tied up. The blood was still surging down her mouth. Another moment and Nathan blew the fire which directly went at Nazneen. She was burning, trying to scream which was a difficult task for her. She died and the corpse was still burning, Willow wriggled her fingers and the fire was ended with the ice covering her body.

As far as the eye could see, sand dunes rose and fell, matching the scorching sun and creating a magnificent landscape. Wilbur enjoyed the unique scenery of the desert and felt extremely relaxed. It had been a long time since he came to somewhere so beautiful. However, Isabella said at that moment, "Don't be fooled by the beauty here. The further we go, the more dangerous it will be. This desert is famous for constantly shifting. The roads can disappear at any moment, and we could be caught in a sandstorm at any time as well. This place is three hundred and thirty thousand square kilometers wide. The moment you get lost, you'll be in incredible danger.

He continued to aim the gun at head as I walked. We got into the car, Dorian was strapped next to me and one of the guys was in the back seat, his head rested on my shoulder. I prayed and hoped in my mind that he would survive this, that we can somehow get through all of this, that we can maybe go back to how we were in Uni, before duty called him home. I was still in my meditative state when one of their voices broke my thought. “Now that Aliana is gone, let's go back to our original plan of selling the prince Polova. He'll fetch more money than Don Carlos,” he grinned.

The pillar of light above them intensified until it was blinding, and then, as suddenly as it began, it vanished. The Threefold Eclipse was over. The sun, the greater moon, and the lesser moon drifted apart in the silent sky. In the sudden quiet, the only sounds were their ragged breaths. Zarek collapsed onto his side, his spent cock slipping from Odessa’s well-used pussy. Xandros lay beside them, his body humming, every nerve alight. Odessa lay between them, her chest rising and falling rapidly, a sheen of sweat making her silver skin glow. She turned her head to look at Xandros, then at Zarek. A slow, sated, triumphant smile spread across her lips.

As the pack prepared for the looming threat, Sandra found herself torn between her duty to the pack and her personal quest for justice. In the depths of the night, under the silvery glow of the moon, Sandra sought solace on the pack's grounds. She wandered through the familiar territory, her thoughts a tempest of conflicting emotions. The scent of pine and earth filled the air, a comforting backdrop to the tumult within her. As Sandra strolled, lost in contemplation, a figure emerged from the shadows – Beta Damien, a trusted member of the Eclipse Pack and Sandra's secret confidant. His eyes, a shade of deep amber, reflected concern as he approached her.

Moonrise came like the edge of a blade. They reached the dunes by twilight—an ocean of glass-sand that shifted with its own quiet breath. Heat clung to the ground despite the cold sky, as if the earth remembered being fire and refused to forget. Mirel—the seer who’d found them under the broken bridge—walked a half-pace ahead, cane sinking into the dunes with soft, resigned sounds. “Here,” she said at last, pointing to a patch of sand so ordinary it might have been overlooked a hundred times. “Don’t step, not yet. Listen.”

The desert wind was a physical blow, a wall of hot, abrasive grit that tasted like copper and old graves. Verina gasped, her lungs burning as she collapsed onto the shifting dunes, the transition from the sterile, humming metal of the Geneva Vault to the vast, indifferent Sahara felt like a violent amputation. She reached out, her fingers clawing at the sand until they found the warmth of Silas’s jacket. He was slumped beside her, his chest heaving, the vibrant, pulsing violet glow of the Symmetry link finally extinguished, leaving his skin pale and slick with a cold, sickly sweat.