Dune The Novels & Stories

The Red Dunes bled. Beneath the rust-colored sky, the great sandstone gates of Iskhar yawned open. Heat shimmered off the ground like ghosts, and bone towers twisted toward the clouds, each one carved from the remains of wars long buried. Spears lined the paths. Skulls crowned the watchtowers. And in the air, thick and hot, hung the scent of flame-tempered oil and old prayers. This was the Dustborn Court. And it did not kneel.

He grasped my hand in return, turning to pull me completely into his embrace. So close that our breaths mingled. "Dylan, let's never be apart." He nuzzled my hair, his voice choked with emotion. "It's a promise." — When I saw Jeffery again, Dylan and I had just finished grocery shopping. Under the dim lights of the parking lot, Jeffery called out to me. His face was pale, and the cigarette butt fell from his fingers. It burned his hand, but he showed no reaction. In all the time I'd known him, I'd never seen him look so disheveled.

I wanted to settle in first before getting one but I think it will be easier having a car than depending on rides. * ''This is not where I live, what are we doing here?" I harshly whisper staring at the big writings of Leone groups. "Boss wanted me to bring you here," He says and I quickly shake my head. They want to cause me trouble. Vin is surrounded by social gossipers and if by any chance I am seen with him, Shit will be over for me. "You don't understand..." I furrow my brows trying to remember his name. Fuck. "Dre.. my name is Dre" He chuckles and I wonder why he isn't upset that I forgot his name. If I told someone my name and they forgot, I would feel so embarrassed to remind them.

Erwin said with a winning smile. “NO!” “NO!” We both said simultaneously. “I shall not let our dear sister thinking that she can be a better ruler than me.” I rolled my eyes. “We still have one parameter to test. A rather important one at that.” Erwin raised his brow while Emerson had a smug smile on his face. “What is it?” “A ruler should be able to protect their kingdom from any danger...” Oh! “What about a duel? Crossbow or shot gun. I will let you choose.” He said snickering.

The older woman’s sharp eyes scanned Erika, noting the casual tunic and trousers she wore, and her slightly disheveled hair. “Good morning, Mother Luna,” Erika greeted cautiously, sensing something was amiss. “Good morning, Erika. May I come in?” Dunia’s voice held an edge, though it was wrapped in her usual poised demeanor. Erika stepped aside, allowing her to enter. Dunia’s presence seemed to fill the room as she moved to stand near the window, the light framing her silver hair like a crown. She clasped her hands in front of her, her knuckles pale.

Without saying a word, the two of them entered the Dune Town. Dune Town was a gathering place for ferobeasts at scale. As soon as they entered the Dune Town, more than ten fire serpents discovered them!

Dune did a three-hit combo, while Evy maneuvered her body fast so as not to get hit. Evy grimace at the joke. "Which is my point. She doesn't know what I look like." Dune jump up and raised his sword. Evy held her ground and defended by blocking it with her own blade. The two swords clashed before they both backed away. "What do you think about your new magic instructor? Does she have a magical beast with her too?" "No... but she has a staff" "Oh..." His face fell. "She has a staff? What kind of staff does she have?"

Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips. Once, her father, Alpha Damon, had claimed he wasn’t interested in women, focusing solely on his duties—until he encountered Luna Alice at a nearby pack meeting when she was just fifteen. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and spent an entire year longing to see her again. The moment he turned eighteen and returned to the pack, he discovered that Alice was his mate. He claimed her that very night and married her the next day, without waiting another moment.

Endless. No spirals. No silver veins. Just… a desert. Miles of dunes stretching forever. Aiden staggered to his feet, heart pounding. “Dante—are you okay?” Dante pushed himself up, shook sand from his hair, and grimaced. “Depends. Where the hell are we?” Aiden looked around. “Somewhere dry. Hot. Empty.” Dante snorted. “Thanks for the detailed analysis, Professor.” Aiden would’ve smiled if his hands weren’t shaking.

Or so they thought. Suddenly, a shadow leapt from the trees. A man with eyes like storm clouds, muscles taut as steel. “Lost your way, Luna of no one?” he asked with a smirk. His name was Dax, rogue warrior and exile. He offered no warmth, only a hand and a warning. “Survive. Or die trying.” Dax led me to a cave deep in the mountains. Inside, ancient markings glowed with silver light. “This is your heritage,” he said. “The Nightblood prophecy.”