Dune Read-along Novels & Stories

She sat at the back with Faith, while her other friends were in front, with one of them driving. Arlene started getting worried because she was still outside and the sun had already set and the clouds were slowly getting dark. As soon as she caught a glimpse of the school building, she felt relieved, she couldn’t wait to get inside school, take a hot shower and lie down all covered in her blanket. Plus she had recently purchased a novel she couldn’t wait to read. ‘Mafia Princess’ by Chuka Sandra, also known as The Lunar Writer. But then something happened, Faith’s friend wheeled the car to the junction just before the school, and Arlene got alarmed. “What’s going on?” Arlene asked Faith rais

"If there are a hundred seeds, and we have to find every one of them… we have seven chapters left to save the world, Elara." I looked at the horizon, where the first light of dawn was finally beginning to touch the dunes. We had gained the iron, but we had lost the illusion of safety. The hunt was no longer in the palace or the Hold—it was everywhere.

Russo’s POV The sun and the sand had ways of beating down on a man. The dunes shimmered in the oppressive heat. Russo lay on a rocky outcrop and he could taste the sand in his mouth. The dunes were far behind them now and the sun would only set in three more hours. They had located a rogue group of wolves that had entered one of their camps and gotten their hands on weapons that even they weren’t supposed to have. They had to destroy the weapons along with the rogue group before questions that nobody had the answers to were asked.

She was sitting at the table in the back room with a book too old for an eleven-year-old, reading it with the focused completeness of someone who had decided difficulty was not a reason to stop. She looked up when I came in. "Selene," she said. Not a greeting. A statement of fact, the way she stated most things. "We are going to the hills tomorrow," I said. "Rose asked me to tell you. She would like you to come." Wren looked at the book. Then at me. Then in the book again. "The settlement," she said. I looked at her. "How do you know about the settlement?" She held up the book. It was Dorian's second notebook from the hills. The one I had seen him filling in the buried room. The one I had be

I feel even more confident that he heard me when he says he’s going to stay. There is something magical here in Araphyra, so perhaps, I can connect again while we’re here. Cara has Rik now and I know they will be mates, so I feel confident in staying with Clint. Our month with Ailduin goes by too quickly. We start with Clint’s Guardian line. Sometimes when he’s reading, he’ll skim too fast for me to keep up and he’ll turn the page. I realized accidentally that I could turn the page back. The first time it happened, Clint went totally still and so did I.

Alaria: The snow fell quietly that morning, soft, white, and endless. It covered everything: the charred soil, the broken weapons, the blood. By sunrise, the battlefield was gone, buried under a blanket of silence that almost felt merciful. We buried Darius at the edge of the valley, where the pines grew thick and the mountains cast long shadows across the frozen earth. Bianca stood a few paces away, her arm wrapped protectively around Riley, who clung to her side in quiet confusion. The child didn’t cry; she only stared at the simple wooden marker standing over the grave, her small hand twisting the hem of her coat.

The false ridge shattered around me like glass, and I was back on the true one, gasping, Kieran's arms already catching me before my knees fully gave out, his heartbeat pounding hard enough against my ear that I could count it, Wren's sealed page burning down to ash between her fingers, the old ink gone entirely dark and cold, the last curling wisp of smoke drifting up into a sky that had finally begun turning gold at its edges. Dorian sagged against Sable, breathing hard, alive, present, entirely his own, his eyes clear for the first time since Sable had woken us all what felt like a lifetime ago. "It's retreating," Wren said, disbelief threading through her exhaustion, staring down at the

The three of them visibly relaxed and continued along the forest path, moving quicker as they could now simply follow Dune’s scent. The forest thinned, and Arla could see torches in the distance, the small flames coming from them providing the first bit of light she’d seen since they left the car. They reached a small circular clearing and saw Dune sitting on his haunches, keeping his distance from the four people in front of him.

Faster than before. Luna continued forward. The seven Alphas followed behind her. When they stepped out of the tomb's stone door, the fine snow on the ice plains had already stopped. The grey wolf leaped down from the snow dune. Brushed a circle against her leg. Its tail swept across her boots, still dusty with stone powder. Dorian's drones completed a full structural scan of the tomb's interior. A new folder appeared in the encrypted channel. Titled "The Door of the First One."

It was freedom and it was bliss. Adam and I ran for about two hours before we stopped at a stream to drink water. Once our thirst was sated, we lay down and stared at each other in wonder. I had read about werewolves in books and novels, but never in a million years would I have thought that they actually existed. I wish I could speak to Adam and find out how he feels about all of this. I was able to accept my wolf easily, but I wasn't sure how he was taking the transition.