Greed Island Novels & Stories

I wasn’t one of them—but I still had blood on my hands. Was this another trap? A setup? Maybe. But honestly? I didn’t care. Because even if it was... They’ll regret choosing me. The horizon split open like a secret as the island came into view. Jagged cliffs. Fog-thick trees. And at the center of it all, perched like a vulture’s nest, stood the mansion. Black stone. Gothic towers. Windows that looked like eyes. Welcome to Mystique Gore.

“Torvis spoke to you, I see. Veille, I think it’s impossible that there aren’t a plethora of secret exits and entrances that we don’t know about. I mean, just look at the Estate: it’s an emporium of rare and exotic experiences which I gather aren’t exactly street legal elsewhere. The entire operation must revolve around keeping secrets, and I don’t just mean the ones that they’ve kept from us. Such a place would require there to be plenty of ways to move about unnoticed – probably some emergency shelters, too. I’d say it’s likely there are a few places that none besides Madam Dro herself even knows exists.” “That… could definitely affect our plans for getting out of here” I said, “for better

Cheryl was sure, if warned, Aldo would become even more resentful! "Uh, Romeo ... my house turned left, why go straight?" Shouted Cheryl. She looked around. This guy is—ugh... "I want to be dumped where Romeo?" Cheryl shouted again. "To Cement Island," Aldo replied. Semen Island is an island in the middle of the sea. The island will be visible at low tide, and the island will sink at high tide. Who wants to live on an island like that? This isn't Bikini Bottom. "Wicked Romeo!" Cheryl tugged at Aldo's jacket.

Don't drag me down with you! Lucille went completely rigid. Slowly, she bent down and picked up the phone, the voice message still playing. Fingers trembling uncontrollably, she opened the chat history and scrolled up. The further she scrolled, the darker her expression became. The person on the other end was indeed Trenton. She went to open the photo gallery. It was filled with videos. The trembling in her fingers grew worse—to the point where she could barely hold the phone steady. All along, Lucille and Edith hadn't been able to wrap their heads around it. The fake deaths, fake system, and Paradise Island were supposed to be nothing more than a performance they had orchestrated, with ever

“Ha! You’re cooked, boy.” Scott shrugged the hand off. “No. Enlighten me.” “He’s Larkam,” Trish said, flat as a warning. Larkam leaned close, rum breath and ash. “Never heard the ghost stories?” “Ghost stories,” Scott said, dry as salt. “That’s why they call it Hell Island,” Larkam went on. “Everyone there died. Screams carried across the bay like whales.” “Come on, Lark,” Trish said. “Don’t—”

he finally said in a hoarse voice, “is held on the Isle of Myrren. Not many speak of it. Most believe it doesn’t exist.” “It exists,” Alexandro said coldly. “Where is it?” “Eastward still,” the merchant said. “A ghost island. Surrounded by illusion spells, cloaked in sea mists. Your ship will never see it. But you…” he looked at Nivera then, his silver eye gleaming, “you might.” Nivera nodded quietly, understanding what she needed to do. Her powers—those inherited from her siren blood—could pierce illusion. With her aboard, they had a chance to find the island. But reaching it was one thing. Getting in? That would be another battle entirely.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I'm fine," I replied. How did I go about explaining that his people seemed to hate me? We got to the end of the small settlement, where a large house stood. Alexander suddenly grabbed my waist and set me down from the horse gently, then he followed suit and came down. "Welcome to the Moon Stone pack." Alexander murmured, his eyes on me, and I forced a smile. I certainly didn't feel welcome.

"Ms. Lewis, can you give me a chance?" Max looked at her pleadingly, showing no signs of a gangster boss. His eyes were filled with an obsession for chess. However, Grace rejected him. "I can't do that this time. I have a project to inspect on an island. After the inspection, I'll play a game with you." Max suddenly wilted, letting out a dispirited sigh. Noticing his disappointment, Grace added, "The island is called Azure Bay. The whole trip will be over in two or three days. It's not long. You can take this opportunity to hone your skills."

“Let me go straight to the point. There is a hidden island somewhere. No one has really lived in that place because it was highly protected. The last time I visited, it was the most beautiful land ever. So my point here is that, there are a few big names fighting over it and they will do just anything to get their hands on it. Nora got really curious. Whenever the big shots were interested, there must be something of value and she wondered what it could be in that particular island. “I think what you should be telling me is if that island has something illegal or why would it attract such attention?” Nora asked. “That island has a potential to produce oil and so that is why they are fighting

Corie says, rolling her eyes at me. “Roll those eyes at me again granddaughter and I’ll make sure you go back to the future without helping us.” I warn. She immediately clammed up, sealing her lips as if she were locking them with a key and then throwing said key over her shoulder. Women are strange. “The island we are going to is known as the Thrice Cursed Island so you need to be aware of your surroundings. We have never made landfall there, so we don’t know what we will find there. Since we found out that the Moon Goddess and witches are in fact real, we need to be prepared for anything.” William explains.