Boiling Isles の小説・ストーリー

It looked to be a breathtaking sunset. “Can we watch the sunset?” I asked, already standing up. “Of course!” Gabe said, nearly knocking over his chair and taking my hand. I followed him out to the patio and we stepped up to the railing. The ocean sprawled out in front of us, all the way to the horizon, where the sun sat lonely on the water. The sky was on fire, making the incredible view from the island even more breathtaking. A warm breeze blew off of the sea, causing my hair to fall across my forehead. Gabe reached over and pushed the loose hair over my ear. His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me.

The Island of the First Hearth did not appear on any satellite map. It was a tectonic anomaly, a place where the Mid-Atlantic Ridge peaked above the surface in a violent collision of fire and frost. As the Aegir’s Wake pierced the permanent veil of volcanic fog, the pack saw it: a jagged crown of obsidian rock shrouded in steam and falling snow. The island was the physical manifestation of the Triad. Rivers of molten lava flowed directly into freezing glacial lagoons, creating a constant, booming roar of steam that masked their signature from any remaining Vanguard trackers.

Isabella said with a sigh. "And once the case is over, we are going for our much needed honeymoon" Benjamin said cheekily making Isabella blush. "Can we go to Bora Bors Benjamin?" Isabella asked "Bora Bora? No way. We are going to some high range place" Benjamin said "But I want to go to some coastal areas. They have more activities, like water games and all. In high range places, we only go for sightseeing. That is kind of boring" Isabella said

“Look over there. It’s dry there. Why is it wet here?” Almost as if Rachel has heard the question, her voice soars over to us. “The islands are not as simple as you think they are. The only island relatively normal is the Level Zero island. The rest are quite dangerous. You can walk directly from burning rays of the sun into rain and yet the sun is out on the other side. The forests in particular are more dangerous. As you advance to each island, you will notice that the level of danger increases. Which is why we don’t recommend students running around.” I suddenly remember my first day on this island when Anderson had pushed my hand into a stream full of vicious piranhas. I’d almost forgott

he informed The vehical that arrived to pick them up was more like a mini bus, on the way to the Villa he briefed them about the Island, the people and the tribe. Mahira learnt that the island was named Island Blue Rose because it was the only place in world where they found a rose that was blue and it was naturally cultivated, however there was a catch here, not all blue roses found here were about fragrances, there were some types that were poisonous and could kill a person.

One of them said. "He is right. I was only betting on ten hours though." Brandon added as he sat down on the stairs and splashed water on his burning skin. "I picked and bought this island because it doesn't come in the usual route of boats and ships means she can't even call for help. If she wants to stay alive, she has to collect her food either by picking berries of fishing in the ocean. There's only one source of fresh water which is two kilometers from here. This is her hell in paradise." I said.

Isabel leaned against the railing in a thin robe and watched the boats far below. “This view is unreal,” she said. “I want to explore every inch of this island today. Let us start with a boat tour. I saw one that goes to the hidden coves.” Isaac nodded and kissed her neck. “Whatever you want baby. I already booked the private yacht. It leaves in an hour.” They took the yacht out and the captain showed them the volcanic beaches no one else could reach. Isabel stood at the front in her bikini and the wind whipped her hair. She clutched the railing and smiled back at Isaac.

I typed, “Go to the Mausoleum of the Empress.” He looked at me for a moment, but in the end, he still took me there. This was an island floating at this time. Moreover, there were three islands instead one one. Three islands were floating at different heights of the sky. There was a waterfall on the first island that landed exactly on the second island. The first island was a vast expanse of snow and ice. The second island was a palace. The third island was the highest. Flowers were booming on it. There were also all kinds of precious plants, two immortal cranes, and a pool of spring water.

The water was a freezing, ink-black void that threatened to pull the heat from my marrow in seconds. Above us, the island was screaming—the structural groans of a multi-million dollar fortress collapsing under the intense, chemical heat of the phosphorus. White smoke, thick and toxic, billowed out of the cliffside vents, looking like ghostly fingers reaching for the moon. We were floating in the graveyard of our sanctuary, two specks of life in a sea of burning debris.