Defending Broken Isles Novels & Stories

They had initially feared scraping by under the command of a level-nine Venerable Sage, but now Adrian unexpectedly offered them a chance to own the island. "Forgotten Shore is an island about five or six kilometers in size. It’s usually deserted and not subject to the daemons' sacrificial rituals. With the southern forest behind it, it's not in the frontline defense against the daemons. If my guess is correct, the major factions won't easily abandon the large islands. Instead, the owners of the medium-sized islands will likely choose to retreat without fighting," Adrian said mockingly. The Sampsons blushed slightly. ‘Is he referring to us?’ they thought.

“Isla Hart: Survivor, Advocate, Force” The city was alive with reactions, citizens celebrating the collapse of a system long corrupted, inspired by the courage of one woman who refused to stay broken. I allowed myself a final glance at the feeds before turning away, meeting Isla’s gaze. “This is only the beginning. But for now, he is isolated, and that is enough.”

Anchor 2: People were thinking that it was some of the supporters who are now turning down their services and many of their parcels are now lost in track and just like what we told before here in the studio that one of their ship has been hi-jacked by the pirates in Somalia. A grin was now plastered on my face and of course I am in the benefit on this. Demir Krumpus was nothing but being ungrateful to what he had in himself. I witnessed it and every time that he pushed Selin away I wanted to smack his face. He’s a gay and nothing to me. No matter how intelligent he was and brilliant in the business field and still he’s just nothing to me. I offered him to lend more financial but I was surpri

She has a nasty-looking bruise on her forehead, but she won’t tell me where she got it from. Cheerleader Barbie overhears my comments and gives me a cool smile. “It means you lot need the most work.” My insides tighten at what clearly sounds like a threat. “Work?” I repeat, slowly. “You wanna explain what that means?” “There are five islands, each island for a specific number. The island you landed on is Level 1. The island you are going to is Level 0. Level 0 is for troublemakers who need to have a watchful eye on them.”

Dakota What do they say about shattered hopes? They leave behind broken dreams, a heaviness in the heart that lingers like a haunting shadow. Then from the fragments, one can rebuild a stronger and more resilient spirit. All of it was a bunch of crap. I felt empty, useless, and without any hope. All that was left was to crawl into a hole. Axton broke me. Did I blame him? Not one bit. The poor man was innocent. He gave my life meaning and made me laugh and live again.

Orion says. "Adrian was right, I'm weak. I'm not a dominant, I should have just stayed a submissive and become his slave. It was so easy for him to break me, if I was strong I'd still be fighting." "You are fighting. Being here is you fighting. What Adrian did to you would have broken anybody." "He didn't break Damian. Damian's fine, he's strong. He's a dominant, not me." "He didn't try to break Damian. He wanted Damian to feel good whereas he hurt you with the purpose of breaking you."

“This will be your training den for the week—or until the Ancient Ruins open.” Danial, still gasping, raised his head weakly. “There’s… something… called consent…” He gulped another mouthful of air. “And secondly… where the hell are we!?” Raiden grinned. “You’ll forget about consent here soon enough. And this—” she gestured around the small tropical island “—is the Reely Islands. Somerland Ocean territory, surrounded by eternal lightning storms.” Danial blinked. Forget about consent? That does not sound right.

“Isla, I know you’re hurt and angry with Life, fate and the fucking likes. I am too. But then you have to realize that that same fate chooses the strongest of souls to be Queen. And you’re Queen now. So fate wants you to exercise your strength in such a trying moment and give your people hope where there seems to be none—” “It’s pointless now mum. I’ve lost strength. I’ll always lose.” I said. “I’ve realized this and you have to realize it too.” “Isla, we can do this together.” My mum urged me but I broke out of her grip. “We can’t!” I voiced and backed away from her. “We’re lost here. We don’t have a fucking anchor to orient ourselves. We don’t even have a quarter of Kayla's army to start w

Everyone in the pack thought I was a gold digger. I was an outsider wolf with no family, yet Alpha Adrian had chosen me as his mate. His parents, friends, and even the elders insisted I wanted only his fortune and the title of Luna. Adrian alone believed me. Then, on the night of our mating ceremony, I asked him to lend me three hundred thousand dollars. From that night on, he was convinced I was vain and greedy, that the only thing I loved about him was the wealth he possessed as Alpha. When I begged him to attend my father's funeral, he sent me money. Six months ago, when I was diagnosed with wolfsoul degeneration, he believed I was just looking for an excuse to get money. The last time h

But another part—the one that had been broken before—whispered: Protect your heart, Isla. And maybe for once, I would listen.