Ember Island Players Novels & Stories

The kind of stillness that didn't come from training alone but from a long time spent in places where unnecessary movement had real consequences. "She's in trouble," he said. Not a question. "Who are you?" I said. "Someone who has been watching you since yesterday." He moved under the overhang and crouched, getting level, taking himself out of the posture of a threat. "My name is Elias. I live on this island. And I have something you need." "What?" He reached inside his jacket and placed it on the ground between us. It's an emergency radio. Military grade, compact, waterproof casing. The kind of equipment that had a battery life measured in weeks and a transmission range that rendered locati

I grin and help him take the drinks back to the table where his friends are. “Everybody!” He yells out, getting his friends’ attention. “This is Elisha. She’s new to the island. Elisha, this is Mitchell, Bob, Ailani, and her husband, Keoni,” he introduces everyone as he pulls a seat over for me next to him. “Hello, everyone,” I say shyly as I take a seat at the table. “Hey, Elisha! It’s great to meet you!” Ailani says.

Eli looked at him with curious eyes. All of a sudden, Sean sat up from the bed and made a phone call. The call rang five times before it was finally connected. "Hello?" Stella's raspy voice came from the other end of the phone. "Did you send someone over to the deserted island?" Sean asked directly. Stella paused and replied, "Yes. I don't trust your men, and I need to keep Eli safe." "One of your men has stepped on the pseudo-mine device as soon as they arrived. Send me pictures of them."

Over on the other side, Elara finally made it to the island called Sanctuary, out in the middle of nowhere. The yacht's roar died out. Stepping out, a sharp sea wind hit her face. She squinted. In front of her stood a modern fortress, perched on a cliff on this isolated island. Julian was right there, in front of her, and he held out his hand: "Don't worry. Stay with me." Two rows of sharp-looking guys in black, guns in hand, were waiting.

Archer asked. "Not sure. The mermaids couldn’t confirm it." Issac said. Archer held his jaw with a hand and paced for a while. "Let’s go to the Dark River Pack." Issac nodded, "That's what I thought. We haven't been able to find the entrance to the island, and the only ones who know it might be the thieves of that den. But...” he hesitated, “Shall we take Elena?" Archer nodded with a heavy face, "We have to. Only she knows about that pack.”

Only Isla remained, tilting her head in confusion as she watched them go. “Ah...” Vanessa sighed, standing up to say, “Let’s go home too. We can come back to play with them next week.” Isla, upon hearing this, dusted herself off and stood up, grinning sweetly as she replied, “Okay, we’ll come back next week!” Outside the amusement park, Vanessa held Isla in her arms, waiting for what felt like ages for their ride to arrive. Her phone kept ringing, so she set Isla down and answered the call.

But if I asked, it’d look like I was doubting our friendship and playing along with Ace's mind games. A booming voice tore my eyes in his direction. An elderly man with a scruffy beard and a scar on his eyebrow began walking around, handing out bracelets. Reminding everyone of the rules once again. “Alright! Teams four, six, and nine will be assigned to this island. Remember, only break the crystal on your bracelet when your entire team gives up or if there’s an emergency. Those who are picked up before the deadline will fail the test. Your leaders will explain everything else you need to know!” He informed before pointing to the edge of the boat. “Now, get your butts in that water and start

She looked once more at Archview—at the city that had taken everything from her. “Not yet,” she murmured. And then she was gone. The retreat to the island was quiet. No pursuit followed them. No ships dared cross the glowing path the sea itself seemed to guard. When Elise stepped onto the island’s shore again, exhaustion finally hit her in a wave strong enough to make her stagger. Hands caught her before she fell. She looked up to see them—her people. Ten Moonbreathers remained. Only ten. They stood in a loose semicircle, their expressions a mixture of awe, fear, reverence, and something deeper—hope sharpened by terror. These were not legends. Not spirits.

Isabella sat down on the sofa and opened her phone. As she opened her phone, Julia looked at Isabella with a slightly strange gaze, but didn't say much and joined everyone in playing the game. After finishing a game, Julia and Eric were both skilled players. However, there were two teammates who were terrible, so they couldn't win. Just as they were about to start another game, a voice came from outside the door. "Is anyone there? Can someone help me with my luggage?"

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.