Dune Read-along Novels & Stories

Birds had nested in the dashboard. At midday, they stopped to eat. Damon pulled from his pack a battered copy of *Watership Down*, which he’d scavenged from a burned library two towns back. He read aloud as they chewed dried fruit and jerky, his voice soft and oddly reverent. It was the only book they’d kept, after the world ended. As he read, Elena watched Donovan run perimeter checks, ever alert. She wondered if this vigilance would ever break, if he could ever trust in the possibility of a future. Damon caught her glance and folded the book shut, reading her mind as always.

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.”

I kicked a book, and it opened to a page, I knelt down and read it only to gasp with what it was reading, “As in the last days, the Luna of the Moon perished, leaving her heir to survive. In the new beginning, the twins will win the hearts of two who are blind. The dark war will be won only then the Blood Moon Luna shall rise, her pure love, heart and soul will be what saves the last Alpha from his demise. These words are written for all to see and stop the last Alpha from perishing. In the dark war he must believe that the Blood Moon Luna is his for eternity.” I took the book and shoved it into the back waistband of my jeans, covering it with my coat and stepped out of the destroyed lib

For even though the doors are sealed, they could be opened once more. “Is that it?” I ask Sunu when she finishes reading. Utterly disappointed if that’s all the book says. It feels like a huge build-up to nothing. Nothing that we didn’t already know anyway, except that there are four stones, not just the one hanging around my neck. “There’s more,” Hesitantly Sunu speaks and her eyes drift to catch Althea’s, who nods her head at the older woman to carry on. As if giving her permission to read what it says.

She read March and the garden and the border and Dorian Ashvale and Stellan on the patrol and Crestfall and Fig making the interested sound in the mountain pass. She read the rose planted and the clematis planted and Thornwall and the piano arriving and September on the bench and I already know what I'll say. She read the wedding, the third week of January, the fire and the faces and Alder's name and the bond confirmed. She read the second year and Breen arriving on the first of April and both walls in June and the archive and Petra's voice on the recording and Stellan making sergeant. She read it all. She sat with the notebook closed on the last evening of December.

They’d been in the mountain stronghold for weeks now, and nothing was clear. The books spoke in fragments. Phrases carved in ancient tongues. Symbols that looped back on themselves. Every time they thought they understood something, it unraveled into mystery again. “I swear,” Darius muttered, turning a scroll upside down for the third time, “if this next one says anything about fire or moonlight or blood, I’m eating it.” Selene cracked a tired smile. Luka didn’t look up from the page he was reading. “You’re already chewing on the end of your pen.”

The dunes stretched far and golden when we arrived — wide, endless waves of sand rolling under a hot sun. Jaxon squeezed my hand as we stepped out. “Ready?” I looked around, wind brushing through my hair. “Yeah,” I said softly. “This is… beautiful.” We hopped on the desert buggies with a few others, the engines roaring to life. Sand flew in small clouds around us as we sped across the dunes. The air was dry and wild, the view stretching forever. For a while, I forgot everything — no messages, no fear, no shadows following us. Just laughter, speed, and the sound of Jaxon shouting “Hold on!” every time we hit a dip.

The sun rose over the dunes and brought forth a new day and walking on across the hotness Loque Bella and Marius carried on; now with only one bag with the things they needed to survive. There was a large dune in front of them and when they climbed it hoping to see something in the distance that would give them relief, it gave them the opposite feeling; they both gave out heavy sighs and threw their heads down, there was nothing out there but dunes, dunes and more dunes.

"Of course, I am jealous, and until I get a woman of my own, I am going to try my best to ruin what you have." AUTHOR’S NOTE Hello, Dearest Reader, I want to be accountable and upload this book as many times as I should, but for the next fourteen days, I will be busy with an important project and program. So that I do not have to overburden myself with work, I ask that you accept one chapter a day for the next fourteen days, and then I will make it up to you as much as I can. If you read this and didn’t want to fight Drexon’s mother with a spreadsheet and a steel chair, are we even the same species?

He reached up, gently touched the blood on her lip. “The Auditor,” Dante whispered. “The bone bread. The Pantry.” “You remember?” June asked, tears streaming down her face. “I remember everything,” Dante said. He pulled her close. “The rewind… it didn’t work. We stayed together.” Marcus and Raven got to their feet, looking exhausted but grinning. “That was close,” Marcus said. “I almost forgot how to do math for a minute.” June checked her belt. The Golden Book was still there, but it had changed. The cover wasn’t gold anymore—it was dark, rich soil. The pages were thin slices of dried wood. The book felt alive.