Arrow The Island Novels & Stories

Aria smiled softly, knowing she was with the man she had come to love more deeply than she could have ever imagined. The sound of waves crashing on the shore broke her thoughts as they finally arrived at their honeymoon destination—an idyllic island in Palawan. Aria’s eyes widened in amazement as she took in the breathtaking beauty of the place. The crystal-clear waters stretched out before her, blending into the endless horizon, and the lush greenery of the island created a perfect, serene backdrop.

Archer and Issac returned to the pack at the crack of dawn, both exhausted. "Where the hell is the canal?" Issac wrung out his wet clothes, "We searched around the water area of the island and found nothing.” He pushed his hair back irritably, “Let’s just dress as the Dark River guards. We can drive a boat straight to the island." "No way. We don't know the pack well enough to act as their people." "Ask your mate! It’s her pack."

Marshall pointed to their right. Tamara looked in the direction where he was pointing. In the soft morning light, the silhouette of an island was slowly illuminated. It floated on the cerulean sea, enshrouded in wisps of mist. It looked heavenly. "Is that Sunrise Island?" Tamara leant forward instinctively, as though that would help her see better. Marshall nodded with a smile. Narrowing her eyes, Tamara saw lush green forests and sleek white sands. A flock of seagulls soared above the island, cawing happily as though welcoming them.

Author's POV Arabella turned around and now Arthur had her in deep passionate kiss while Oliver was pampering her neck with kisses. They were almost close to taking off her clothes but then Arthur stopped. "No!" Arabella frowned at him. Her hands were on his bare chest which was covered in sand. "What happened?" Oliver fixed her shirt and dusted sand from her thighs. "Kitten, we are on our enemy's island." Arthur caressed her cheek, trying to control himself.

Let me help you, so we can go back to the cottage. Aurora looked at him. “Fine by me.” “Good.” Archer said. “I have a bow and arrow. Can you point me where I can find some larger animals? Deer, perhaps, or a wild hog?” “Are you any good at bow and arrows?” The prince chuckled. “It is what I am named for, after all.” The lady arched an eyebrow. “Theobald?”

Werewolves screamed and scattered. A silver arrow laced with wolfsbane shot out from the shadows. I didn't have time to react. Death seemed certain. Kaiden's hard, searing body slammed into me, a familiar scent of cedar washing over me as he pinned me to the ground. The sound of an arrowhead sinking into flesh was piercing, even over the blast. Kaiden let out a muffled grunt, his body shuddering violently, but his hand never left the back of my head, shielding me.

Uno simply held Manuela's hand as she still couldn't understand his reasons for going to the island. After a while, someone entered the deck and removed Uno and Manuela's blindfolds. "We've arrived at Isla Paraiso. I'll just remind you, Urquio, you arrived at the island at night, so cover your wife's eyes because she might see a lot on the island. But if you prefer her to watch a live show, let her eyes be op—" "—My wife doesn't need to see a naked man when she has me, Ibarra. Thank you for your fucking reminders," Uno snapped plainly, pulling Manuela out of the yacht.

The ship was moving again. Raya played her role as the helmsman perfectly. Behind her, sitting in the lobby were Kohl and Lucien who were discussing about their next island. They planned to visit a place called Jimson island. Somewhere in the middle of an ocean. "Do you think it even exists?" Lucien asked Kohl.

"We never do." She looked out at the water, at the vast expanse between them and their destination. "How long until we reach the island?" "Two days," Xavier said. "Maybe three." She squeezed his hand. "Then we rest. We prepare. And we're ready." That night, Aria stood at the rail, watching the stars wheel overhead. Liam joined her, his footsteps quiet on the wooden deck. "You're thinking about the flare." "I'm thinking about everything," she admitted. "The flare. The island. What we're sailing into."

No one knows the existence of the island except Mort, Klauss, Narco, the twins, Leroy and Lyric. Klauss drove the car to the sea bridge to the secret island. Mort was looking out through the opened window as he hugged the maiden to warm her, the dawn broke little by little in the East. The sea is so serene that its clarity seems to reflect the twinkling stars in the sky. The plinking of the wave-music was enthralling.