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I explained. “And who are you?” “I am the hired hand of the Order. That is all you need to know.” I stated as I calmly finished my drink. “And what order would that be?” He asked, annoyed, “Thanks to you I lost my supper.” He sighed, staring off into the crowd. "You should know we, after all, have taken out so many of your kin," as he stared at me blankly, I added, " it’s the ancient order of Valhalla Bridge.”

I exclaimed as I leaned back in my chair. Florisse frowned at me. She insisted on using a spoon and fork, so I don't think she was very full. My brow furrowed into a smirk. "Spoiled brat," I said quietly. We were about to land on the Island that Paul had mentioned. I'm looking forward to swimming in the sea again. I set out to meet the Island in the distance. We're probably on the other side of Batangas. "This is Isla Verde," I said, looking at Argo's voice beside me.

Sooner or later, you’d start asking questions. “Captain, we’ve arrived.” He announced. She nods her head and readies her equipment. Her eyes were weary and her skin looked pale. More than usual, he added, she was after all a very pale woman. The two disembarked, like other lived in islands this one had a trail. “What’s the name for this dump again?” Captain Likaya croaked. “Hogger Island mam. It is a wild taro harvester outpost.” “Are we close to the dig sight?” She asked.

Likewise, this was also the reason that he advised the old man to do the same. The incident last week was enough for the old man as a motivation. Ley thought that there was no need to say anything else. ... The next day came and Fernando showed to Ley the fruits of his labor for the past few days. "The island is now surrounded by vultures above. The waters are also dangerous enough with large sharks and other lethal creatures roaming around. What do you think?" Just in time, as they stood atop the cliff where the Goddess reportedly took down the invaders, a huge whale jumped out of the waters. Rippling sounds echoed when it vanished from sight, leaving that part of the ocean visibly disturbe

It did not feel at home not only because Islandia was gloomy, nor that the beautiful flowers in the garden were withered, nor because the waterfalls, streams and fountains were filled with filthy waters, nor because the sun and the sky weren’t all that shiny anymore nor because the weather wasn’t all that gay no more… It did not feel at home because he couldn’t recognize anyone he knew, Islandia was in complete ruin. There were bodies of dragons and humans running into thousands littered about showing different levels of decomposition. Most of the cadavers were mutilated and unrecognizable, some had become footstools for others as they moved about.

"If he dies, I will burn everything you have built. I will turn your tower to dust. I will hunt down every client you have ever saved and butcher them. I will kill your family, then after I'm done, I'll specifically burn you alive." He paused, his eyes locking onto mine. "But if you save him...I will give you the world. Money. Power. An army. Whatever The Viper desires." I held his gaze. I wasn't afraid of his threats. I was empty inside. "I don't want the world, Mr. Rinaldi," I whispered. "I just want to be left alone." *** We landed on an island that didn't exist on any map. The Isola della Morte. It looked like a gothic nightmare rising from the Atlantic. Jagged black cliffs, stormy waves

Tiana Greene arrives on Lycan Isle with nothing but a suitcase, a scarred past, and a desperate need for work. When she is hired as a maid in the sprawling cliff-side mansion of Ross Lycan – the island’s reclusive billionaire – she expects long hours, strict rules, and silence. What she does not expect is the man himself: cold as the steel in his voice, brutally private, and carrying a shadow in his gaze that keeps everyone at arm’s length. Rumours whisper through the island of former staff fleeing in fear, of Ross’s cruelty, and of the mysteriously vanished brother whose memory haunts the mansion halls. Tiana tries to keep her distance, but every forbidden glance and accidental touch tight

It steadied me. We’d made it off the shore, but “made it” was a raw word. The trawler jumped across wakes the way a thing might jump across graves. Flames licked the horizon behind us; the island was a black tooth, brittle orange at its edges. Something in me said we’d done the right thing — destroyed paper, freed women — but that voice was a small, worn instrument under the thunder of my heart.

The moment her skin touched it, the surface lit with pale silver, clashing violently against the red glow above. Her breath caught. Images slammed into her without warning. The island. Not as it was now, solid and whole, but breaking. Waves taller than towers crashed over the cliffs. The Temple of Tides split apart as black water poured through its corridors. Moonfire burned uselessly beneath the flood, swallowed, extinguished. She saw the Circle of Silver fighting, shouting, vanishing beneath the surge. She saw herself standing at the highest point of the island, screaming as the ground gave way beneath her feet.

{Isla’s POV} There were wailing sounds in the air. There were three dead bodies littering the ground. And there was blood all over my body. I was on my knees before a mutilated and maimed body and I was panting hard. I glared at the fleshy pieces and slabs, wishing I could tear them up even more and break the surrounding bones even more. But I couldn’t. I was exhausted. There was no more Natgy, but I wasn’t satisfied. I was still raging. I wanted to kill her over and over again.