Dunefanfic Stories

BOOK TWO (A SEQUEL TO MY CALADANIAN RAIN) In the wake of the Battle of the Rain Sanctum, Paul and Ilvermorny must face the price of prophecy. Caladan is changing. The rain no longer falls. The old magic is stirring, and something ancient has awakened. But when Ilvermorny vanishes in a burst of light and saltwater, Paul is left behind - the Kwisatz Haderach with a broken heart. As political factions rise and a mysterious woman named Seraphine draws too close, Ilvermorny watches from an invisible world, jealous, grieving, and more powerful than ever. Will love survive the pull of fate? Or will Caladan's rain fall red this time?

I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS!!! ALL RIGHTS TO MARIE LU!!! • JunexDay A.k.a. Dune :) • Post Champion

Your sent to go fight a swordsman from the Atreides. You end up befriending him, and he invites your father and you to the palace for the opportunity to have a voice. A young man catches your attention and you seem to catch his. It shouldn't work, Fremen and Atreides, but it does. (x fem reader)

Paul Atreides is dispatched to planet Arrakis to restore the production of spice in his family's name. He runs into some problems along the way, meets new people, and things start to change quickly. Including him.

Paul Atreides was never meant to fear the future. But knowing tomorrow is a terrible thing. Haunted by visions of a holy war waged in his name, Paul finds himself unable to endure the endless oceans of blood awaiting him across time. Exhausted by prophecy and broken beneath the weight of prescience, he chooses not greatness, but oblivion. Deep beneath Arrakis, amidst music and smoke, he creates a paradise where time itself ceases to matter. A sanctuary of beauty and excess designed to silence the future and preserve the only moments worth living for. Years away, Princess Hala of Ix dreams of strange halls she has never seen and of a boy she once knew beneath the rainy skies of Caladan. A boy long presumed dead. A boy who calls to her from behind veils of incense and desperate happiness. But paradise is a fragile thing. Empires rise. Prophets are demanded. Holy wars wait patiently. And when the universe comes to reclaim Muad'Dib, Paul Atreides must decide what matters more: Humanity. Destiny. Or the one person standing between him and the end of the world. For love, like prophecy, can become a prison. And broken men are capable of terrible things.

As the story unfolds, Ariella and Feyd will face numerous trials and tribulations, their love tested in the crucible of politics, power, and personal sacrifice.

Detecting any subtle emotion that lay beneath the surface of human speech was what Sethia excelled in, and as she listened to Paul, she knew with a profound certainty, that he was lying. ---- "Blood cold as ice, but in the right hand she melts."

Her life didn't go the way she thought it would. Born into a powerful family, trained as a mentat, Midya Atreides never expected to rule an empire. But power doesn't protect you from betrayal. And sometimes, even the right choices lead to the wrong end.