Island Fever Novels & Stories

Walking back into that pack would be a suicide mission, he can’t be that dense- can he? Night terrors have plagued Isla's sleep, she wakes in the middle of the night in these cold sweats and I often find her in the living room watching TV long before the alarm goes off. She hasn't been eating as much, and spells of dizziness and nausea even have started up. It tears my heart to shreds to see her in this constant state of distress. I promised to keep her safe and I’m doing my damndest but it doesn’t seem like it's enough.

Celine laid three bikinis on a bed in a small hotel she booked online two weeks earlier. Which one should I pick? Red… black… or leopard? Anything is fine, actually. She felt confident in everything she wears anyway. Besides, being alone on this island that barely has any tourists shouldn’t cause much worry about appearance anyway. Since she left the boat and set foot on this island, the atmosphere here was quite calming, part of her was glad to escape the hectic life of the university, but part of her was concerned that the island was so quiet. Perhaps, I’m scared of my own thoughts.

Standing at the highest peak on the mountain, his eyes grew bright as he sees the beautiful scenery in front of him. “Is this what I think it is, I’m in Alf Island! Even though it’s perceived to be an island no one can ever enter, a land filled with terrifying monsters and a very dangerous place, it’s quite beautiful if you look at it at a different view. Oh, my Bathala, I’m excited! Oh my, I just made a joke, wow, that was lame. There should be no people here since this island is hard to enter and it’s guarded by a ton of catastrophe grade sea monsters.”

It is a free world. I'm writing this as someone who if he has to find himself in this position will act on. Thank you to all my readers, I appreciate it. I don't know when I will write the next one but the title will be TAMING THE WEIRD FEELING. If in case you feel like talking to someone, I am available, most especially if it has to deal with same-sex attraction. MY F******K ID: Komolafe Olamide Israel My nickname is Prof Israel. Don't forget to drop your comments, most especially what you anticipate for the sequel.

"Can you endure it for a few days? When Isabella comes back, we can continue from there. The medication may interfere with the connection we're trying to establish. You could end up taking ten steps backward. Nobody knows how long this search will take. If you can hold out without medication, we can keep your body ready for Isabella." I lowered myself into the chair. "Fine. I'll endure it. I just don't want to be useless." "You won't be. Keep yourself cool, and let the people who are healthy enough do the physical work. Drink water. Eat something even if you don't feel hungry. If the fever climbs beyond what you can tolerate, you take the medication. No arguments." Grandma Cassidy had stayed

Not after what happened. It had been four years since she left Nightfang territory. She had walked away from everything, even from him. She pressed her fingers against the small leather pouch hanging around her neck. Inside was the only reason she had come back. A rare herb that could heal her little girl’s fever. Isla was only three years old, and she fell sick every full moon. Her sickness was getting worse each time. No doctor in the towns of humans could explain it. No medicine worked. Only here, in her old pack’s land, could she find what might save her.

Knowing when and where to use my energy, so none is wasted—and I don’t give in to the impulses that leave me with nothing—is a centuries-long achievement. Took me longer than I care to admit to figure out where I landed. The Isle is nothing like the prison it's advertised as. Like walking through the pages of an anime, really. Old world. Pure world. Barely touched by man—and still sprinkled with the little conveniences that make it worth dealing with. Hell, half the humans I ever dealt with in the Bayou would stamp their ticket just for the fact that mosquitoes don’t exist and AC isn’t needed on half the Australian-sized continent.

I didn’t want to have both my hands busy should I need to defend myself. The last thing I took was the fire starting set from the survival kit, which was thin enough to slide into the back pocket of my jeans. I was burdened with the bundles and feeling uncomfortable, but it couldn’t be helped. I no longer trusted the backpack, or any of the contents inside, including the tools and the emergency blanket. Any of those could hide a tracking device. I still wasn’t sure if I was being proactive or paranoid as I took off, leaving the rest of my things behind. Being on this island had distorted my perception, and the show was starting to feel disconcertingly real. It was like being trapped in the j

She turned back to the snow. “Then you’d better pray your body holds.” “I don’t pray,” I muttered. But gods, maybe I should’ve. --- Fever Dreams Sometime in the dead hours, Isabella stirred. Not gently, not soft—jerked like her body had been yanked by unseen hands. She thrashed weakly, her fever driving her into half-dreams, words spilling broken from her lips. “No—don’t—please—” Her voice cracked, guttural, dragging knives across my chest.

The island stood silent, only the waves crashing softly against the rocky cliffs at a distance could be heard. The marble floors were cold beneath Isabella’s bare feet as she descended the grand staircase. The fever that had burned through her body the previous night had receded, but she was still weak. Her head still ached faintly. Her limbs felt heavy, but it wasn’t the illness that pressed her forward, it was hunger. She hadn’t taken a bite all day and her stomach had been growling nonstop.