Island Haze Novels & Stories

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.

Speaking of the village, Howard smiled and said with happiness in his eyes, "It was an island in Country T. Later, I went there to see it. However, because of the typhoon, everything there was destroyed. No one lived there. What I could see was just a mess." "Have you been there? Is there really such a place?" At this time, Howard was still smiling, as if he was extremely happy as soon as he mentioned the island. "It's a very small island. However, at night, sea fire can often be seen on the beach. Large patches of green light bands are very beautiful." "Really? I want to go and have a look at what you said." "Sure! If there's a chance in the future, I'll show you..."

I knew he had to have Haze somewhere. “So what’s the plan?” Tye asks. “I am back in. I am going to one of the locations. I doubt Asmoday will be there. I did look into the island thing. He has multiple islands in the pacific ocean.” I tell them.

“I recognize you. You’re on the footage from that show.” Once again, I forced my expression to remain neutral. I wasn’t going to reveal that I was slightly uncomfortable having been recognized for my appearance on “The Island.” “If you know who I am, you can guess why I’m here.” “The Row-so girl,” he said, mispronouncing her name slightly with his heavy accent. I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. He shrugged a beefy shoulder and nodded at the other two, who put away their guns. “Come with me.”

It looked to be a breathtaking sunset. “Can we watch the sunset?” I asked, already standing up. “Of course!” Gabe said, nearly knocking over his chair and taking my hand. I followed him out to the patio and we stepped up to the railing. The ocean sprawled out in front of us, all the way to the horizon, where the sun sat lonely on the water. The sky was on fire, making the incredible view from the island even more breathtaking. A warm breeze blew off of the sea, causing my hair to fall across my forehead. Gabe reached over and pushed the loose hair over my ear. His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me.

he explained and Hazel reminisced on when she had pulled him out of the burning car. “So here I am…ready to offer her that” he added and everyone’s gaze became teary before an image displayed at the background. “Is that a portrait?” “A picture of an island?” the guests whispered amongst themselves and even Hazel was left confused. “This island was recently discovered and is being developed right now…it’s called Hazel island,” he blurted and they all stared at him in disbelief. “He fucking bought you an island.” Tasha screamed in disbelief, and Hazel shook her head in denial. That couldn’t be possible, right?

That is why Iris found herself drinking straight from a coconut and enjoying the natural Hawaiian scenery of a breath-taking sunset in her yellow sundress with printed date trees on it, as Dom had reassured her over and over again of the unbreachable security of the island so she could stop being paranoid and let the girl inside her get excited about her wedding. It had been more than a week since they had come to this vast island that was like a McBlaze-owned city. It had malls with all sorts of food, drink, and clothing brands. The island was inhabited by the most loyal Dragon members' families. They had spent generations on the island to keep it hidden and safe from everything that went o