Dutton Island Novels & Stories

After a short rest, Darryl took a deep breath before he stood up and began to explore the island. He had thought that it was a small island; it had looked tiny from a distance. However, it was actually a huge island. Darryl felt like it had the size of two Donghai Cities. The island was lush and green, with a mountain that looked like a thousand meters tall. However, the environment seemed complicated. "This island is so big!" Yvette had recovered her strength. As she looked around her surroundings, she exclaimed, "There are mountains here. I'm not sure if anyone lives there; it doesn't look like this is Ice Fire Island."

"Private property, owned by a shell company that traces back to Robert Thorne. No other residents. No regular boat traffic. It's the perfect place to hide someone." Dante studied the satellite images Rafael had pulled up. The island was tiny—maybe half a mile across, with steep cliffs on three sides and a small harbor on the fourth. The building near the harbor looked old but maintained, probably a renovated mansion or monastery. "How do we get there without being seen?" Lorenzo asked.

There were too many people crammed in—Maria, Jasmine and Becca, Blake who was rowing, and a couple of his friends—and Scarlet looked out, shivering, not trusting this creaking, weathered boat, and was grateful to see that Bannerman’s Island was fast approaching, hardly thirty yards away. Scarlet had mixed feelings about coming here. She remembered times in the past when she used to love to come to Bannerman’s, a small, abandoned island in the middle of the Hudson, with its huge crumbling ruin of a castle, a relic of a former time, long abandoned, structurally unsound, overgrown with vines. In fact, the whole island was overgrown with thorny thickets and vines and poison ivy, a place long con

We had lunch at the restaurant in the area. The atmosphere from the hilltop allowed her to see the ocean and one corner of the island to another. The breezy wind had its unspeakable calming effect. Celine silently observed Martin ordering food for both of them and feeling the joy of spending time together. “I’m taking you to the beach on the other side of the island. Are you up for that?” He asked while sipping coffee. He didn’t look at her, but his eyes were glued to the newspaper the restaurant provided.

Three months later... Today was going to suck. And not the good kind. Nope. The big, sweaty, hairy donkey balls variety. He thought he'd been prepared for this, but the shift in his gut said otherwise. Biting back a sigh, Nakos Hunt glanced from the two men standing beside him to the wide open expanse of Cattenach Ranch. Two-thousand acres of rolling grasslands and high plains. The Laramie Mountains just to the south were little more than a bluish mirage in the distance, but a slightly cool breeze wafted across the basin to provide some relief from the heat.

Sebastian hummed in acknowledgement. Luna decided to continue. “The name of the island is Hon Hai Island. We weren't able to uncover much about the island because it's quite remote and uninhabited. However, Dr. Voss promised to reach out to a friend of his who is a travel blogger and cartographer. This friend should be able to give us more information about this barren piece of land.” She concluded. Sebastian hummed again. “You look worried, Sebastian. Is there a problem?” Sebastian gave her a wry smile and ran a hand through his hair, pacing slightly.

Every morning, I woke to the phantom ache of a severed mate bond. I stepped onto the rotting wood of the dock. Dartmoor Island. The forbidden gem of the South Pacific. The dumpster for the unwanted. The port was empty. The buildings were hollow shells, reclaimed by creeping vines and moss. It was quiet. "Travel west," the captain had said. "Find the Centro Villa." The captain's words were still on my mind. His advice reminded me not to expect much from the island's occupants. He'd also warned me about something else—rogues. Dartmoor was a refuge for the rejected and the exiled, but not all of them were looking for redemption. Some had embraced their darkness.

The elderly man leading them stepped forward and said, “Yes, this is the token of the island leader. I am Milo Fort, the administrator of Lumia Isle. Greetings, sir.” Adrian nodded and said, “I am Mr. Donnelly. From today onward, I am the leader of this island. Tell me about the situation here.” Milo, a bit hesitant, replied, “Yes, sir. Lumia Isle is a small island, but it is twice as large as the usual small islands, covering an area of about 78 square kilometers. There are around ten thousand mortals living here.”

Rubbing her eyes, she wondered, 'Am I mistaken? She felt that Derek and that handsome man seemed a bit alike. The island was abundant in resources, with not only meals but also many pastries and fresh fruits. Tabitha found it strange. "Is this island very prosperous?" Derek explained, "This is a relatively niche island. Not many people know about it, and some experienced tourists visit each year. Although it's not as commercialized as other places, the island is gradually being developed to become the next hot spot." Tabitha inquired about the island's geographical location and coordinates.

"Is that all he is to you? A way to keep your chair at the head of the table?" ​Julian’s gaze lingered on Leo for a long, silent moment. "He is a Vane," he said quietly. "And a Vane survives. That is the first lesson he needs to learn." ​Blackwood Island ​The island was a jagged shard of rock and pine needles rising out of the grey Atlantic. The "estate" was a sprawling, modern masterpiece of glass and cedar that seemed to grow directly out of the cliffs. It was beautiful, isolated, and utterly lonely.