Giant Insect Island Novels & Stories

Had Larissa not warned them, they could have fallen down the stairs—just like the others. Although the wild goose was fierce, it was still no match for Larissa. Mia said in fear, "What is this? It's so ugly! Let's leave!" Possibly due to the scarcity of human presence on the island, the giant wild goose appeared unusually ugly. Rubbing her hands together, Larissa said, "Climbing the stairs for so long is exhausting. We shouldn't waste this good thing now that we have it." Excitedly crouching down, she examined the dead goose as she flipped it over.

It was possible that the homeward journey was the best ending for him. “Rest in peace, Link.” Adrian shut Lincoln’s eyes and walked deeper into the forest. Mya followed behind him. They did not encounter any animals along their way as they ventured deeper. This proved that the animals here had ceased to exist a few centuries ago. There was an independent ecosystem on this island. Insects grew in great numbers here. The further they ventured, the more of the native insects that inhabited the tree leaves and grass in swarms they spotted. Other than the insects, there were also snakes, scorpions, rodents, and even ants.

Jill reassured him. “So, what’s the catch?” Wren said. “There is no catch. I worked in the school library for a long time and people only ever used it for spreading rumours so I know what you love. This island is a dream come true for you, I promise. It’s just a slightly eccentric island with a few rules that are ruled over by a giant sentient jellyfish who lives in an underground shrine directly underneath the hospital.” Jill explained.

Will he be able to prove to Georgina and his children that he's got what it takes to be a good father? — One: Georgina. This place is unreal. It's all I can think as I step onto the tarmac, suitcase in hand. I know my mouth is hanging open, but I can't manage to un-drop my jaw. Saint-Égaré. Even the name sounds magical. The tiny island off the coast of Kauai, named by the romantic French nobleman who founded it centuries ago, is as glittering and saturated as a fever dream. Jungle surrounds the tiny private airport, rich green and explosive with color: crimson hyacinths and long-tailed emerald birds and graceful white cranes, long-necked and gliding.

“In fact, it is the same reaction I have every time we return here. The island is quite special.” “Wasn’t the Jurassic Park island off the coast of Costa Rica?” I wondered out loud. “There aren’t, like, dinosaurs here, right?” For the first time since I had joined the Majestic, Roman laughed. “No, there are no dinosaurs here.” His blue-gray eyes cut over to me. “But there are spiders, snakes, scorpions, fire ants…” “Scorpions? Those are only in the desert,” I argued. Roman shrugged. “If you say so.”

I had to move quietly, because I was probably close enough for her to hear me, though I couldn’t hear her movements through the jungle. I followed her for the next hour, noticing she was growing progressively slower. I didn’t think she was the rugged outdoors-type, and I doubted she’d done any long hikes like this any time in the recent past. Certainly nothing exactly like the concept of “The Island,” that was for certain. I was dying to know how she ended up here, and what had brought her to the show.

Alexander scoffed. "Anyways," he began, "I was glad I was washed ashore right next to some mark I found. I know this island..." "Wait... 'island'?" Matthew gasped. "Yes - Salitant Island." "Salitant? What's that?" "No one knows. But it is said that someone found this island over a million years ago. They say whoever found it named this island after what he had found: Atlantis." Matthew gasped at Alexander who just stood there looking as calm as a cow enjoying grass.

Q Cumber. I nodded in response, “I see, to expand this sanctuary so overcrowding is not an issue, only one station at a time Inkcanius” said C.Q Cumber “acknowledged C.Q” I said. C.Q and I got on the train and the train left Central Station, Inkcanius sat down next to Iso Padre, the Giant Isopod. Iso Padre looked at Inkcanius, I was calm “some wrong?” I asked, Iso Padre looked at me without saying a word, “don’t be scared Iso Padre, I won’t harm anyone” I explained. Iso Padre was shocked to hear my friendly personality despite the attire I was wearing, “why are you here Inkcanius?” Iso aksed “I came here to explore areas of the entire Deepsea Metro Sanctuary so overcrowding won’t be an issue

He gave the hard shell beneath him a tap. "Waaaaaait..." The omega turned unto his belly. "How about Kraken? Like the tallest mountain in Ingram. Technically, it's an island; since it sits in the middle of the sea. There's even a myth about it. You're the biggest friend I've ever had, and your temper is beyond me sometimes. You're totally like that titan mountain. And it's a good name, right?" The animal turned its neck to spy on him before answering with a groan.

Adrian said. Following the imprints on the ground the tiger had left, we grew increasingly hopeful that we were heading in the right direction. What also grew along with our hopes was the peculiarity of this island. Sometimes there’d be a pond, with a few peaceful swans paddling round, and a few moments later, there would be a cascading waterfall around two-hundred metres high. On one occasion, we had to force ourselves through a dense traffic of intimidating trees only to be greeted by a vast uphill terrain of rocks. What exactly was this island? How was it formed like this in the first place? I forced these irrelevant questions out of my mind, reigning my attention back to the colossal ta