Isla Lightlark Novels & Stories

A chamber large enough to require massive ventilation. I cross-reference the tidal charts. The signature pulses every twelve seconds. Tide-powered. A natural generator using tidal pressure to run electrical systems. This isn't a hideout. It's a Data Fortress. A server farm built into the island's foundation. And if the drilling crews are trying to reach it, the ledger isn't a book Isla can hold in her hands. It's the operating system. The digital brain of the entire Hale-Sterling global network. I look at Isla. She's still facing her mother. The legal argument continues—terms, signatures, deadlines—but they're standing on the wrong battlefield.

She had to protect the truth, not just for herself but for Liam and the pack. Taking a deep breath, Isla straightened her posture, meeting their gazes with newfound determination. “I’m not hiding the truth as a friend,” she said, her voice firm. “I’m hiding it as the Luna of the Lockwood pack. There are things I cannot share, not because I don’t trust you, but because I have to protect Liam and our pack.” Miranda and Taylor exchanged glances, their skepticism momentarily replaced by surprise. Isla could see the realization dawning on their faces, and she pressed on, her heart pounding with conviction.

Alpha Liam asked against her shoulder. "Okay. I'm just…kind…okay…let's do this. Now that the spies are dead. How do we get a hold of the Lumen's pack again? Any plans?" Isabella asked as she turned to Alpha Liam whose breath in turn now rhymes with Isabella's breath.

Glass spiderwebbed across one of the panes. “What’s waking?” Mara demanded. “The reason the light was built,” Alden replied. “It isn’t to guide ships away.” Another impact. Stronger. Below the surface, a shape the size of a small island shifted, its outline illuminated briefly by lightning. A colossal eye opened—pale and luminous in the deep. Mara stumbled back. “That’s not real,” she breathed. “It’s very real,” Alden said. “And it follows the light.” The beacon flared brighter.

Chapter 4: Gala Sparks The yacht glided through the water easy enough, all those strings of lights making it look like a party floating on the lake or something. Isabella held onto her champagne glass like it was keeping her steady, taking small sips while the bubbles tickled her nose. The deck was full of people dressed up, chatting and laughing over the music that came from somewhere hidden. Waiters kept coming by with trays of fancy little foods—stuff like caviar on crackers that probably cost a fortune. Lorenzo had dragged her around to a few groups at first, his hand on her back like she was helping him sell whatever, but now he was over by the bar with those big-shot tycoons, waving hi

I hate being in a rush We have six bathrooms , two on each floor but I swear it’s not enough I’m Mena’ by the way I just turned 18 today so it’s my birthday and I got my wolf a month ago right around the time my dreams stopped .Alpha and Beta pups get their wolves before their 18th birthday they can manifest as early as 15 but omegas have to wait until 18 and mated so Yay Me I couldn’t wait to get my wolf her name is Seaia. I love having my wolf she is magnificent all my senses are heightened now I can run faster and I have more energy than ever before I’m much stronger than I was before as well .Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak

The envoy from the Sunlit pack arrived a week later, the envoy consisted of seven men and five women with the Alpha included. The Alpha George was a tall huge chunk of a man with bluish black hair that brought attentions to his fiery eyes. He had an intimidating aura surrounding him that screamed for submission. The Alpha Lucien, his son Damien and a few emissaries were present to welcome them. Though of smaller built than George, Lucien was no less intimidating with his pale white skin, cold blue eyes and well-proportioned muscles.

That letter was from her daughter. Mom, don't worry about me. I know you know about Grant and Triton... that they are not human and they live in another world. I just want to tell you that I will follow them to the world they live in with the help of a friend. I love Triton, I want to follow him because I want to know his condition, so does Grant. Don't worry about me, I can handle it. I will return safely to our world after I determine what is really going on. Don't worry about my pain either, I can do it. I can handle it. You and Daya will be careful. I will miss you. I love you.

“Yeah. There were two other guys and four other ladies including America.” “That’s weird.” I hear William speak as he continues to focus on his phone. “There’s absolutely no result for that island. Nothing.” “I told you. It’s a mysterious island but I am a living proof that it’s real.” I responded William. “Why do you think it doesn’t exist here?” Liv asks, he sounded serious now. “From my dream, I remember how the people on that island mentioned that there was a cursed lighthouse somewhere.” I continued, “The said lighthouse is completely invisible and it holds all of the people’s memories who have left LUAHU.”