Island Haze Novels & Stories

This time, it was from the police. "Young Master Handerson, we are the police on the island near the Handerson Family's private island... Outsiders are not allowed to enter the Handerson Family's private island. However, a young lady who claimed to be your friend was stopped by us when she tried to get on the island. What should we do?" Sean's heart skipped a beat, and he tightened his grip. "What's her name?" "Hazel Field." It was her! She really came looking for him. Sean nodded. "I'll be right there. Don't make things difficult for her..."

So, he reluctantly nodded to her order. Isabel took a backward glance at her parents one last time and smiled at them before jogging out of the house. She drove towards the pack border because that was the only place in the Pride pack that had an abandoned warehouse. She only hopes her guess is right because at this rate, her mind is slowly going blank. Isabel was driving at full speed so she could get there sooner, and luckily there were no other cars on the road that would cause a delay or become victims of her excessive speed, which meant she had nothing to worry about besides getting to her destination.

Otherwise, he usually looked cold and emotionless. "Alright, we can have whatever you feel like having later." The helicopter had stopped at an island nearby. It was an island located on the Paciana Ocean. The island was called Monarda Island. Monarda Island had good weather all year round. Its scenery was gorgeous. It had beautiful beaches and was rich in sea produce. It was known as one of the most luxurious holiday destinations on the Paciana Ocean. Back when Monarda Island was being developed, the Hamilton Group participated in a number of projects on the island.

Harden offered his hand, but she ignored him, holding her stomach while limping down the stairs. “You’ll fall,” he warned, but Hazel didn’t respond. As they reached the waiting Range Rovers, a guard rushed to Harden, whispering something in his ear. Harden scoffed. “Let him come. He’ll have no clue,” he said. Hazel’s heart pounded. Was it Alex? She needed to escape. As the car drove into an isolated area, Hazel’s mind raced. She knew she wasn’t in any condition to take risks, but she’d rather die than let Harden trap her on a deserted island.

He looked back at me, “Or there is a possibility they killed each other too.” I felt my heart sink into the pit of my stomach. The access to this place is pretty much impossible. The artificial mist that constantly surrounds the place blocks out the view of far away passer by ships. “Artificial mist?” “There are mist pumping machines under the ground, the basic focus is to release it around the island to cut off the view and to make sure no one comes in this direction. Plus, since it is privately owned, no one comes here to begin with.” “Then why are we here?”

Sucking in a deep breath, I decide to trust him and turn my head to the window. Oh. wow. Through the glass, I see an island that looks like it was ripped straight from a postcard. All the white sand beaches, crystal blue water and lush green hills dotted with colorful buildings. "Welcome to Isla del Sol, home to the islander wolves of the Yellow Stone Pack " Liam says beside me and the smile on my face can't be wiped off. ```` The moment we step off the plane, heat and humidity wrap around me like a blanket, making me regret the jeans I wore for travel.

I rasped, my voice sounding like a ghost of itself. ​"The Azores," he said, finally turning to face me. The "Asset" was buried under a layer of profound, soul-deep exhaustion, but his eyes—those storm-gray shards—were fixed on me with a terrifying intensity. "Specifically, a private inlet on São Miguel. The Architects think this island is a dead-zone. It’s an old Vane contingency site that I scrubbed from the main servers five years ago. To the world, this beach doesn't exist. We are off the grid, Leona. For real this time."

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."

Let’s take a walk around the island, then head back. I looked at the sky streaked with colours, unwilling to leave. There was no telling if I’d ever see a view like this again. Hand in hand, we walked around the island. The place was mostly rocks with very little greenery. The pink came from red coral pushed up by the tide. When the water receded, the coral stayed, giving the island a soft blush, like a veil wrapped around it. The sun sank lower and lower, disappearing into the horizon, leaving only a sweep of crimson clouds, vivid enough to bleed.

Leo sat near me, humming softly under his breath, but even his usual self couldn’t hide the tension written across his face. The island came into view after an hour, a strip of green and stone rising out of the sea, surrounded by cliffs and wild trees. From a distance, it looked peaceful. But up close, it looked haunted. As we neared the dock, I noticed the remnants of old structures, half-collapsed sheds, rusted cranes, and faded signs bearing the Valehart crest. A sharp chill ran through me. I didn’t know why, but something about this made me feel something deep in my chest.