Greed Island Novels & Stories

"We push forward, determined to find a pocket of clean air amidst the suffocating stench. But the garbage isn't just on the surface; we have to swim down deep to escape it. So, we fill the air bladder with foul air and descend, hoping to resurface once we pass the island of garbage and its smell." "My pod pushes through, desperately trying to get out from under and away from Garbage Island. Our injured bodies propel us forward, our determination unyielding." Finrir acts out how they maneuver through the floating garbage, using their fins to push aside the debris as they seek refuge—a momentary respite from the polluted waters.

She has a nasty-looking bruise on her forehead, but she won’t tell me where she got it from. Cheerleader Barbie overhears my comments and gives me a cool smile. “It means you lot need the most work.” My insides tighten at what clearly sounds like a threat. “Work?” I repeat, slowly. “You wanna explain what that means?” “There are five islands, each island for a specific number. The island you landed on is Level 1. The island you are going to is Level 0. Level 0 is for troublemakers who need to have a watchful eye on them.”

The glowing green trajectory line had reached its final destination point. ​"We are here," Chloe announced, her voice filled with a profound, quiet awe. ​Julian stood upright, his dark eyes looking out through the massive windshield. ​Rising majestically from the crystal blue water was a cluster of lush, vibrant islands. It was the sovereign, self governing archipelago Chloe had secured with her hidden ghost ledgers. The landscape was absolutely breathtaking. Towering green cliffs plunged directly into the sea, framing hidden white sand beaches and dense, untouched forests.

At centre rose the ruined tower wrapped in thickest vines, blue‑white light streaming brightest from its top: true heart of island. Selena read slowly. “I repeated exactly the mistake that destroyed them,” she said trembling. “Tried beating you… and fed shadows instead.” Lea rested hand gently upon hers. “I thought rivalry made strength but it tears you apart.” Later we moved deeper toward the heartland, and soon felt new trouble: food became very scarce. Trees bore hardly anything; bushes stood empty; even small animals hid far away. “Island prepares for storm,” Kael said softly. “Nature pulls back its gifts beforehand.”

"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.

The best way to get the money we needed was to steal only palladium jewellery, and since Summer and I had an idea of what it looked like, we planned to only grab jewellery that looked like the pricey metal to reduce the bulkiness of the loot and enable us to carry it through the woods in wolf form. "So what is the plan?" She asked me, and I sighed. I took more sip of the liquid courage and smiled at her. "I will make it simple. This plan involves Mountain, Gad, Kaizen Island and Greenville," I said, and she widened her eyes. "Those are places in three different regions. Don't tell me we are going on a robbing spree, Winter. We can't pull it off. We don't even have weapons to pull that off,"

He explained. "If the island eats away their insanity, then isn't it a good thing?" She asked, confused. "Yes. Grave Island wasn't as scary as its name. I named it because it's literally a graveyard for the citizens of Versipellis and those who were abandoned by the Elysian Elders." Thane continued. Elisia was surprised. "Are you saying that place is also a graveyard for slaves? Those who were not allowed to at least have a proper burial?"

Most settlements were destroyed this way as my grandmother told me, leaving only three large cities in the entire world, the Hawks which is around Asia, Haven Point in Africa and A****n in America; which is where I and Elsa stay. The rest of the world is dead, more like a forgotten desert with little or no presence of plant life or water. In A****n, we are all expected to belong to a particular group from age eighteen. Elsa and I turned eighteen a few weeks ago and we have to take the final test that will earn us spots in the Foraging group among the Farmers. We have been attending lessons all our lives and today we will no longer be students but working adults. We walk confidently to the Tr

He didn't say anything, just kept yanking his belt off his own mount. "Woah… that's the Pandemonium'?" Colt peered into the sky while riding his own mount. The base of the island was cropping with immensely dense vegetation, "I have heard about it.. Never thought I would be lucky enough to see it.." Nakiya smirked. "Is that why the master insisted on going on this hunt?" "Not gonna lie…" Maira also yanked the belt of her mount, "this floating island is the single handedly the most aesthetic and intimidating phenomenon I've seen in my entire life… "

The legal argument continues—terms, signatures, deadlines—but they're standing on the wrong battlefield. The deed isn't the objective. The document isn't the trap. The island itself is the vault. And the demolition crew isn't here to destroy it. They're here to extract it. I move into Isla’s personal space, lowering my voice so only she can hear over the wind. "Isla. The drilling rigs." She glances at me, sharp. "What about them?" "They're not demolition. They're extraction." "Extracting what?" I hand her the scope, pointing toward the north face. "Heat signature. Server cooling. Hale built something inside the cliff."