Carnage Island Novels & Stories

The "Island" facility was a masterpiece of architectural isolation. Situated on a jagged outcrop in the Riau Archipelago, it was a place where the tropical sun felt cold. The walls were made of salt-resistant reinforced concrete, and the air was filtered through a dozen layers of charcoal and HEPA membranes. Inside, in a suite that looked more like a minimalist gallery than a cell, Catherine Thorne sat by a window that overlooked a sea she was forbidden to touch.

she said with a wink. A million questions raced through Caitlin’s mind, but before she could ask, Polly began again, in her chipper tone, “This island is named Pollepel. The humans like to call it Bannerman’s Island, just because they don’t know what it’s really called, but Pollepel is the name. It’s been here since ancient times, and it’s always been a sacred place for our kind. For thousands of years, we used this place exclusively, no humans allowed. Even the Indians were scared of it: it was practically the only place in America they wouldn’t dare come. They knew that it was ours.

Somewhere in the eastern sea was a scattered group of islands somewhere off the coast of a continent. There were about 30 of them altogether, but the Pearce family privately owned all of them. This was where the 3rd Unit of the Pearce Armed Force East Cross Division brought Logan and Etiennette. Both of them had suffered grievous enough injuries. Logan, in particular, had suffered from two bullets. Etiennette managed to survive, but she had been drowning for so long that her brain had suffered serious damage, and now she was unconscious.

A/N: ISLA PARAISO is a secluded private island owned by Lucifer Faust—a syndicate leader who deals in drugs and human trafficking via air, land, and sea exports. It is a gathering place for criminals seeking rest and pleasure. “We’ve arrived at Isla Paraiso. You may remove your blindfolds now.” Manuela pulled her blindfold off the moment the handsome captain gave the signal. She turned to Uno, who was fixing his hair—and found herself transfixed by his sharp features and commanding presence, the kind that would turn any woman’s head.

she added. “Her left leg and right arm were missing same as the man in the cave, i didnt want to scare you” she finished. I moved back in fear, “what the hell are you saying?” I exclaimed. “This is the cannibal island she told us about, she died a few days after having her baby, and that night the baby disappeared also” I couldn't believe my ears, a month ago I was waking up to servants, a sheltered life and absolutely everything I could ever want.

Your support keeps these stories alive. ⚠️ Trigger Warning & Disclaimer This novel, Cage to Cage, is a work of dark mafia romance. It explores dangerous relationships, criminal underworld dynamics, and the fragile line between desire and destruction. Because of the nature of the story, it contains themes that may be distressing, uncomfortable, or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care and awareness of your own limits. Trigger Warnings The following content appears throughout the story, either directly or through implication: • Physical and emotional abuse – depictions of controlling, manipulative, and harmful behavior.

He handed her a glass of chilled pomegranate juice, fortified with the nutrients Dr. Aris had prescribed. Rage hadn't slept. He sat across from her, a bank of four monitors built into the mahogany side-table of the jet. He was currently reviewing the biometric scans of every single staff member waiting for them on the island. "The island is off the grid, Sabi," Rage said, sensing her tension without looking up. "It’s a natural volcanic outcrop in the South Pacific. I bought it through a shell company seven years ago. Even the GPS coordinates are encrypted with a rolling cipher. Not even your father’s best algorithms can find us here."

Then we each go to our various vehicles–Raven, Sophie, Thorne, and Agnes in Raven's Mustang; Dominic, Fleming, Abby, Rachel, and the Phantom in Dominic's four-door Jaguar; and Enid on her own motorbike, a little black Triumph similar to Tristan’s. Our little caravan heads up the coast, then we board a ferry–which I've never done, so I'm excited and my eyes are everywhere. I sit in the front and watch as birds follow us in the air, and dolphins in the water. The ferry takes us to a small island and we're the only ones who get off at that stop. The island is occupied by a giant, empty lighthouse. “It’s decommissioned, and the security guard lets people from Tidepool Cove have picnics here,” ex

As Gabriel’s car approached a tall silver gate, Isla’s eyes widened in awe. The bold golden letters shone under the morning sun: WHALE ESTATE. The massive gate slid open automatically, revealing a glimpse of luxury that left her breathless. Thomas, their chauffeur, guided the sleek black car through the entrance, driving slowly into the grand estate that housed some of the most stunning mansions in all of Carminton. Isla leaned toward the window, her hands pressed lightly against the tinted glass. Her smile spread wide, full of wonder. She watched the streets lined with towering palm trees swaying gently in the cool breeze.

“ Actually Taz I’m his girl “ she says , then places her hand on my chest. Looking up at me like an innocent little flirt. “ Shit Carnage I didn’t know you had dibs on this one , damn man you get all the hot ones “ he shouts loudly , not because he means to but because he was drunk off of his ass. It catches people's attention and they start looking at us. “ Carnage doesn't have girlfriends “ a girl states coming up besides us, I look to see who it is and nearly roll my eyes. Jasmine, a girl I have messed with a few times and a first class bitch. She has hinted at wanting more with me many times and I always shut it down. She has offered me allsorts to put a ring on her finger , she always w