Island Fiction Novels & Stories

she asked softly, glancing at the path where Lander had been taken. Rufus, as if sensing her unease, picked up a small piece of grilled cheese from a platter and brought it to her lips. “Eat,” he said gently, coaxing her to take a bite before continuing. “Red Island has the most sophisticated prison for humans. It’s where the worst criminals are sent, the ones who’ve committed the kind of atrocities that defy comprehension. They don’t live—they survive, enduring the worst days of their lives over and over again.” Everleigh shuddered slightly at his words, the implications chilling her. Before she could dwell on it, though, Rufus continued, his tone softening as he redirected her attention.

"This isn't something you can learn in a few quick lessons. The old man studied it for decades, so he deserves to enjoy his retirement now. Why insist on pushing him?" Before Yuliana could say more, the woman returned from the bedroom. "My husband said that he smelled a strange fragrance when he passed by Snake Island. He went ashore to check it out, but after that, his memory is blank." "Snake Island?" Felix asked quickly. "Is it normal for your husband to go ashore there while out fishing?" The woman shook her head. "Of course not. It's called Snake Island for a reason—it's crawling with poisonous snakes. No one willingly goes there."

Even Ethan shuts up for once, his scientific explanations forgotten, his face pressed next to Alexander's against the glass. Madison is in my lap. She's been quiet for the last hour, watching the ocean get closer, watching the blue deepen and change as we descend. Eleanor is clutched against her chest. "Are those really islands?" she whispers. "Really islands." "They're so small." "That's what makes them special." "But... where do people live? Is there room?" "There's room. Each island has a resort. Hotels. Places for people to stay when they want to see somewhere beautiful."

She flipped it open without hesitation, her thumb brushing over the faded ink as if she’d done it a hundred times before. “But I never forgot them,” she added quietly. “Especially the ones that felt out of place.” I stepped closer, the scent of the old parchment sharp, and tilted my head. “Why did you think they weren’t important?” I asked, genuinely curious now. “Because they spoke of monsters I didn’t believe in,” Isla said, her eyes fixed on the page. “Blood drinkers, immortal clans, whispers of two brothers who couldn’t be killed. All of it sounded like fantasy. So I shoved it aside and read something else.”

Ella replied. “But the cruises or ships arrive here only once every several years. It is a marooned island of werewolves. Occasionally, few humans come to visit the island. We werewolves have our own boundaries, and we try not to intrude into human habitation, and that is the reason that we don’t have our own ships and cruises to move outside this island.” The chauffeur said. Alpha Gabriel got annoyed as the chauffeur seemed to speak a lot, according to him. He didn’t like speaking much. He preferred to speak only when required. He looked scornfully at the chauffeur, who kept his mouth shut immediately. He knew how short-tempered the Alpha was.

The island was a sanctuary of peace and tranquility, a place where hearts found solace and spirits found rest. As they explored the island, Theo and Axel uncovered a treasure trove of memories and reflections, each gem a reminder of the boundless love and connection they shared. Amidst the quiet beauty of the dream island, they basked in the glow of their togetherness, their hearts intertwined in a dance of light and love that transcended the boundaries of the waking world.

The first time he had ever touched someone not out of instruction or obligation—purely because his instincts refused to let that hand vanish from his reach. They stayed until the last embers of dusk. Feliks read aloud from the book he’d brought—pirates, a mysterious island absent from every map. Isabella listened with her back against the branch, watching the night sky through gaps in the leaves that felt deliberately placed for the two of them alone. “We’re going to be pirates too,” she declared. Final. “Pirates are criminals.” “The characters in adventure books are criminals too. But their adventures are extraordinary.” Feliks ran out of arguments. “All right.”

Lidia was one of the toppers in our literature class, who knew about every minor details of new words in vocabulary and their meanings. "Yes , so there are many myths about it but the most heard is that there was a queen who was admired by the beauty of this island because it looked so enticing so she decided to spend her autumn there under the yellow old trees of elm and hickory . But the glint of that Island was fake .There she fall in love with a commoner named Ian , but he betrayed her because he was a vampire and wanted a broken heart to free himself from the curse . That's why this Island is also called decepted island, which deceived everyone with it's fake glint,because of the betr

I caught it, because apparently my reflexes worked even when the rest of me didn't, and ate it without breaking eye contact. Her aunt made a sound that might have been approval and went back to the kitchen. The meal was slow and easy and warm in a way I didn't have words for — or maybe I did and couldn't reach them. Liora talked about the island, about the volcanic rock formations on the north side, about the summer the fishing boats all came back with the wrong catch and everyone was confused for a week. She told stories the way people did when they'd grown up with them, half-fond and half-resigned, the way you talked about a place that had shaped you without asking permission.

One wrong move and I will fall into the deep ocean. I felt a hand on my waist, I know it's Fauve. "Dadating tayo mamayang hapon sa isang isla. Mamimili tayo ng mga gamit." dinig kong sabi ni Fauve sa likod ko. "Okay," tanging sabi ko at hindi na siya nilingon. Another island. I wonder what kind of people are there. Are they also pirates? Normal people like the ones in New York? Or were they indigenous people?