Carnage Island Novels & Stories

“We need to move.” Dante grinned as he fired off two clean shots. “I like this plan.” The crowd scattered, some running for cover, others drawing weapons. Marcella stood still, watching as everything burned around her. But as Isabella and her team fought their way out, Marcella simply smiled. Because she knew one thing Isabella didn’t. This was only the beginning. Paris, France – The Aftermath The car sped through the dark streets, Isabella still catching her breath. Ethan glanced back. “We just declared war.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you anticipated their usual fuckery. She would have drowned if Kev hadn’t pulled her out.” I grunt again, this time in agreement. Kev and I were disembarking the yacht when we saw the speed boat heading in the wrong direction around the island. The idiot guards didn’t even see us, too caught up in their own fuckery to notice. Or maybe they just didn’t care. Carnage Island is seen from the outside as an overgrown dystopian nightmare It’s the front we provide to scare them off. And it works. But in this case, it almost cost an innocent wolf her life.

ARAH They said Baccayo Prison had been around long before Caylao Island became the tourist hotspot it is today. As the island grew more popular, people just pretended it didn’t exist—like an ugly scar that no one wanted to mention. The local government quietly pushed it out of sight, never talking about it, so it wouldn’t spook the tourists. The prison was isolated, tucked far away from the beaches and resorts, near the jungle and a rough, restless sea—hard to reach.

bullets, specifically designed to deal with supernatural beings. “…That island…I know it.” Victor gritted his teeth, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. “The ‘Bloodfang’ gang used to…transport ‘cargo’ for the Council…to that coordinate.” Jack whirled around: “You know?!” “That…that’s not an island…” Victor gasped. “It’s…a floating platform. A…living prison disguised as an oil rig. But…we can’t get there. That area…is the ‘eye of the storm,’ perpetually surrounded by Category 13 hurricanes. Only the Council’s special icebreakers can get in.”

Jon frowned as he realized that the search engine's algorithm suggested the French island of Corsica instead of his original query. He next typed 'Cardena', his port of destination, and from which he would be travelling by boat to the island of Orsica. He clicked on the topmost link given by the search engine and was taken to the tourism web page of the island province. Instead of the Mediterranean, he saw the tropical beaches of the Pacific with coconut trees casting shadows on white pristine sand.

An island? He shakes his head laughing. "Fine, you made it this far. That tiny island is called Fort Gorges. Back in the 1800s the military built a fort on the lands. It boasted top-of-the-line technology, but then somebody went and designed a long-range gun and made the forts obsolete. It was never used." "Great example of government overspending," I murmur under my breath and twist back around to keep my eye on the green island as we get closer.

I ask taking it all in. “I bought it last year.” Carter says with a shrug. “You bought an island? You’re sounding like my father.” I say scrunching up my face playfully while Carter pretends to be hurt by my statement before laughing as he kissed my cheeks briefly. My dad also bought an island in Manuhangi Atoll which is in the French Polynesia few years ago, that’s where we usually do family vacation every year. “Yes I bought an island and by the way this is the first time I’m coming here.” Carter says and I raise my eyebrows surprised.

ELEVEN I am in my new room when Zuri's door opens. She walks down to my room, slightly opens the door and throws in her head. "Hey." I wave in return and she goes out. Her footsteps move to the sitting room. I know she is about to watch that silly military movie where car burning looks like the fire is a ball beside the car. Soon I hear the sounds coming from it - very noisy gun shots, bomb explosions and shouts which are too exaggerated and unnecessary.

But it was all too late. She will become his obsession. His want. His need. The hell would freeze before he would let her go. And if anyone dared to take his Hoor away from him. There will be... CARNAGE. She will become his beautiful destruction.

Fire swallowed half the sea. I gripped the window frame, nails cutting into my palms, tears streaming. The helicopter climbed higher. The island shrank to a speck. Smoke scattered in the wind. The sea returned to its calm mint-green, as if nothing had happened. Three days after I got back to Chicago, the news broke. Every channel. Same story. Aerial shots of that familiar coastline—the white arch still lying in ruins on the beach, untouched. "Armed confrontation on a private island in the Caribbean. Caleb Richardson was killed in the crossfire."