Carnage Island Novels & Stories

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."

Ella replied. “But the cruises or ships arrive here only once every several years. It is a marooned island of werewolves. Occasionally, few humans come to visit the island. We werewolves have our own boundaries, and we try not to intrude into human habitation, and that is the reason that we don’t have our own ships and cruises to move outside this island.” The chauffeur said. Alpha Gabriel got annoyed as the chauffeur seemed to speak a lot, according to him. He didn’t like speaking much. He preferred to speak only when required. He looked scornfully at the chauffeur, who kept his mouth shut immediately. He knew how short-tempered the Alpha was.

"You and Christine should be married now if the accident didn't happen." "Where is this place? " I asked ignoring what he said. "We are on the island owned by Christine. This island is one of her father's properties. It's Tinay Island. Her father named this island after Christine. He called Christine Tinay when he was still alive. " "Christine is rich," I commented. "You are richer. " "Am I? "

When Alpha used that tone, you moved. They filed out of the living room, and back outside into the bright sunny day. Dante's Mercedes sat in the driveway, shining black under the sun. Alpha Killian headed for the passenger side without a word. Kael climbed into the back. The second the doors closed, the atmosphere in the car was heavily charged with the kind of energy that came before violence. Dante slid behind the wheel and started the engine. "Cicar Island," Kael said from the back seat. "Big cabin on the water side...Got it?

“A private island off the coast of Montenegro. It’s not on any list, but you’ll find it marked as Vetra-3 in the original records.” I double-checked. She wasn’t lying. Vetra-3 wasn’t just some offshore account. It was a facility. A personal graveyard. We hopped on a smuggler’s boat within an hour. Just me, Matteo, Nikolai, and the fire burning in our veins. As the island peeked through the fog, I felt something inside me crack. This wasn’t a rescue mission; this was war. The moment we hit the rocky shore, I felt the eerie silence. The place wasn’t just deserted; it felt cursed.

The compound was in the Caribbean, a private island bought under a dozen shell companies and guarded like a fortress. Palm trees swayed in the breeze, but the beauty felt wrong, too perfect, too clean for the rot that lived at its center. Marcus led the way, his face a mask of cold fury, crutches sinking into the sand with every step. Gianni’s men surrounded the perimeter, silent shadows ready to strike. Cedric and Lily waited on the boat just offshore, watching through binoculars, hearts in their throats.

I have to go back to save the company and make it clear to my mother that I will never marry Isabel. "I'm waiting," Luna said, snapping me back to reality. I wished she wasn't so curious about where we were going, but from what I've learned about her, she won't give up until she knows everything. "The name of my island is Cain," I said softly. "Cain? Why would an island be named that?" she asked, looking thoughtful. "I don't know. It's been called that for generations. When my stepfather took over, he wasn't allowed to change it," I explained.