Books Similar To Shutter Island Novels & Stories

Neither Foster nor I had an interest in sharing a woman, so we turned her down, but she hadn’t been wrong. We looked a lot alike, though we were almost polar opposites in a lot of ways. Like “The Island.” Foster had stumbled across show, but I never would’ve clicked on the ad to start with, let alone decided to fork over half a million for this unique opportunity. Foster had already paid, “treating” me and Nash. He was out half a million even if I didn’t hunt, since there were no refunds.

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

"Your power is coveted by many, not just Sorin. Light magic is one of the few forces that can counter shadow magic directly. In the wrong hands, it could upset the balance that keeps our worlds separate." We crest a small hill, and the full expanse of the Hidden Bowl spreads before us—gardens giving way to orchards, then forests, a lake gleaming in the distance, and beyond it all, those shimmering mountains. I can see other buildings scattered throughout—small cottages, what might be training grounds, even what looks like a marketplace in the distance. "So I can never go back," I say, the realization settling like a stone in my chest. "To my old life. To being normal."

Bound. People always think danger announces itself. It doesn’t. It comes quietly—in the form of strangers asking for directions, in harmless smiles, in moments that feel like nothing. And by the time you realize it… It's already too late. Uzair knew that all too well. It was no coincidence. To someone like him, it was nothing more than a pawn on the board—a man who had dared to step into his territory. And he couldn’t let it slide. How could he?

She becomes aware of a presence nearby the way you become aware of a temperature change: not a sound, just an alteration in the quality of the air. She looks toward the shelves. Through the gap in the shelves, in the next aisle, Gage Sterling is standing at an angle to her, his attention entirely on the shelf in front of him. He has a book open in his hands — not pretending to read but actually reading, a few lines, the way people do when they can’t wait until they get home. His body is calm and still. He is wearing a dark teal surf shirt and sand-colored linen pants. His blue-green eyes like the Atlantic ocean, look here, and there entirely out of the context in which she has arranged him

Not like this, at least! I hated them for spinning lies around me, for stealing my name and my work. If I had a chance at life again, I would never let them get away with it. I would make them pay. Suddenly, a beam of light broke through. I realized the restraints binding me had been undone. I closed my eyes, letting the sunlight wash over me, that faint warmth giving me a thread of comfort. When I opened them again, a familiar face filled my vision. His eyes widened, and I could see a red tint gradually climbing into them. "Why are you here, Cassidy?"

I hadn't anticipated seeing Ethan on my way out. Luckily, the window was only open a crack. I slammed it shut—sealing the past away with a single motion. My screen flashed: Ethan Black. I stared, then pressed ignore. Since they’d confiscate all devices on landing anyway, I cracked the window and let the phone slip from my hand, vanishing into the roadside grass. No trace. No tether. No return. The plane lifted through the twilight, and Manhattan dissolved into a blanket of starlight.

Every morning, me and Kyan would cuddle together on our balcony and breathe in the fresh crisp air, watching the sunrise above the mountain tops as a flock of birds would always fly through the trees. Being away from Bluebay island helped me to understand a lot more as to why Kyan would constantly leave his home and spend months on Shelter Island, away from the restrictions of humans. As fun and cheerful Shelter Island was with its constant jovial entertainment, excitement and its welcoming clan, Absconditus Island would always be the one that would have a special place in my heart. It was utter bliss from morning till night and I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept so well compared

From what I hear, they seem to value it very highly. When he finally stops, I also stop at a particularly thick book called Werewolves, Spires, and Shifters: Complete Edition. On the front is a picture of a menacing werewolf ready to devour a human and a human fighting a truly horrible Shifter with a strange spear. I pull it off the rest, hiding it behind me.

Wait… bonds with an S? As the weight of her presence faded, a single snowflake appeared in front of me. It had a different shape from the one in the temple. But it also had it’s own glow. The snowflake floated towards me and went into my mouth, down to my lungs. I felt the sharp edge of the cold snowflake, and then it dissipated, energizing my body like a cold winter’s embrace. The feeling faded, and suddenly, I was back. The cold night air slammed into me as I coughed violently, choking on water. My body trembled, the pebbly shore pressing against my back.