Esme Island Novels & Stories

“You crossed the tide and lived. That alone makes you known to us.” Elise’s fingers curled into fists. “Answer me. Where am I.” The woman studied her for a moment longer, then spoke carefully, as if each word mattered. “You stand on the Isle of Echoes,” she said. “Far beyond Archview. Far beyond the reach of crowns and councils.” Elise’s stomach dropped. “No,” she said. “That’s not possible. I fell into the sea. I should be dead.” “And yet,” the woman replied calmly, “you breathe.”

It is hard to imagine that any living being would have survived or that any infrastructure would have withstood the impact. Peter interrupts my gloomy thoughts, “So, what’s your prognosis on our current position, Ingoran?” “The parallel storm will dissipate, then we’ll limp towards Earth and hope our boosters will give us the capacity to bring us down to the surface in one piece.” Ingoran gives a hollow laugh. “Or at least the piece that remains intact.” I search his mind for any glimmer of hope but find none. “I’m really sorry about your companions,” Ashmor says sympathetically.

She pulled out her phone and tapped around before turning the screen toward me. It was a video of a beach—glistening turquoise water, soft golden sand, cliffs dotted with wildflowers, and sunlight spilling over everything like melted gold. The kind of place that looked like it existed outside of time. “It’s called Esmarelda Cove,” she said, eyes brightening. “Hidden gem. I found it while doomscrolling last night. Doesn’t it look like it was made to heal souls or something?” I couldn’t help but smile faintly. “It does. It really does.”

Nikolai whipped his head to his friend with brows furrowed and plucked the card from his hand, seeing the address for himself. “Sneaking bastards.” He cursed angrily and fisted the card on his palm into crumpled. Isola delle Femmine is a small island in Palermo in Sicily, twenty-five kilometers from the mainland, and can be traveled only in half an hour. Not too far, but it is enough distance to keep the Seraglios in control over what’s going to happen, putting Nikolai and Akim in a precarious situation. “One more request,” Akim added, pulling out his phone, and scrolling through the screen before he stops at an encrypted message. “They only want you to go in there, alone.”

This shows how much I dislike her. “Well, that is not a way to greet friends, Isabelle. You should at least greet me nicely after all we are meeting after so many days”. Esme says with a bitter smile while looking around the room. I roll my eyes at her words. She is looking around the room with a jealous glint in her eyes. I can see jealousy in her eyes as she eyes the window, the bed, and everything.

"Let's begin a thorough search from that location. "I will find Lyse and bring her home even if it means I must sacrifice my meals and sleep!" … Kontina's coastal waters included tens of islands of all sizes. One was an island nicknamed "The Wizard of Oz", located farthest from the mainland. This island looked like a piece of deep emerald lying on the surface of a glittery, blue sea. It looked phantasmal, mysterious, and romantic at the same time. Jameson purchased this island anonymously last year. It was one of his personal assets, and he changed its name to "Rose Island".

“You need to have better safeguards in place then, including physical eyes on the contestants at all times, rather than relying on your technology, if it isn’t sufficient.” Moreau nodded eagerly. “We’ve just been discussing that this morning, and plans are underway to both upgrade our power grid, and to add to the staff to ensure nothing like that happens again. That was before we knew someone had been in peril. I swear this will never happen again.” I didn’t know whether to believe him, but there wasn’t much I could do about it anyway. They were operating on an island in international waters, from the best I could guess, so there was no regulatory body to shut them down. I turned away from

So Esme assumed that it was a case of mistaken identity or that the fisherman’s wife was simply being delusional. But since it was a favorable situation for her, she did not bother telling them what she knew. She did not inform the couple that Yssabelle’s family was from Bree and they had been looking for her. Esme, instead, lets the couple take Yssabelle in as their child. Knowing her whereabouts, she made sure she put her under close monitoring. She contacted an old friend and asked him to move to Dale. Esme instructed him to keep a close eye on the young girl and inform her immediately if something unusual happened.

’ Darryl pondered for a long time but could not come up with anything concrete. The old man smiled and said nothing. He only instructed the four men to continue with the pace. At that moment, Darryl did not know that the old man was Eric Scope, the Ice Fire Island’s Sect Master! Ice Fire Island was located about 150 kilometers away from the New World on the southern sea. It was not a huge island, but it had some strange scenery. The island had tall mountains covered in snow all year long, and yet, lava flowed at the foot of the mountains. That was how it got its name.

The lunar hum in her veins acted like a toxic barrier. They swam with a rhythmic, brutal efficiency. Every stroke was a piston-driven shove against the tide. By the time Madison’s hand gripped the jagged volcanic rock of Omen Isle, her chest barely heaved. Ethan hauled himself up beside her, water sluicing off his tactical suit, his golden eyes scanning the high cliffs. "You seeing those towers?" Ethan pointed toward the center of the island. "Silver and glass. In a goddamn jungle. Silas isn't even trying to hide anymore."