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folder lay open before her, its pages illuminated by the harsh, flickering hum of a fluorescent bulb that sounded like a trapped insect. She wasn't looking at the lab reports anymore. She was staring at her father’s map. The island was a tiny, jagged speck in the Grenadines called Isla de Sombra—Shadow Island. It didn't appear on any commercial nautical charts, but in the Vane family ledger, it was listed as the "Primary Asset."

We leaped into the air, and thousands of red-colored wolves descended on the island. The sheer number of them worried me. "Lord, could we survive this?" Mark said. Simply opening your eyes will allow you to witness the Almighty's power. The Island requires blood purification. I started Dark Island needs blood cleaning, so let the diabolical blade drop in all its strength. I waved my palm, and five massive round-edged blades plummeted into the wolves, slaughtering them as they blood-soaked the Island. The wolves were yelling, and the Island was completely read around twenty minutes later. The blood of red wolves flowed over the island.

I trailed off, briefly wondering if the check would still be safe if I’d left it in my bra instead of moving it to my purse when I boarded the final flight that was bound for New York City. “I’m intimately involved with “The Island,” Anya. I’m one of the main investors, and you wouldn’t believe what a chuckle I got seeing your name on the roster of competitors for the weekend.” His beady eyes focused on me, and he licked his lips in a hungry fashion. “I quite enjoyed your show, though was aggravated to have a lot of the footage missing when the producer forwarded it to me yesterday. I didn’t get to see your deflowering, for example. Tell me what the hunter did to you, and in great detail.” I

Aurora POV After the stunt I had pulled earlier, the car didn’t stop, not for once. It kept moving till we arrived at the place I once thought could never be real. Dante De Luca’s island. A place whispered about by people in fear. No one dared talk boldly about the rumors or else they would have their head rolling on the floor the next morning. It was said to be the land of no return. No one ever made it out alive once they stepped foot on the island. It was as if they had been swallowed whole and the water cleansed off every single trace of them.

"Merely questioning your lack of taste. Besides, I don't want you wasting our time chasing some dimwit when we should be working." "I never chase. It's beneath me." Willow rolled her eyes again. "If we're done with the pointless information," she held the magazine up in her hand, "I found something absurd." Wes folded his arms and waited for her to continue. "There's an article that states the experience of a couple who stumbled upon an island. They said weird things started happening, like they started seeing skeletons everywhere, had hallucinations, and were hearing things. They saw their deepest innermost desires. The wife had a lover in her teens who died in the war.

Wise grandma is a myth but, the myth says it is under the Redwood tree in the middle of the east forest. ‘Thank you for your help.’ “No problem’ Wow!! That was crazy. I think I just spoke into someone's mind and I heard their answers/ thoughts. It was cool. Now I am going to need a quill and paper. They appeared out of nowhere and landed in my lap. Cool!! Another benefit of this cool power I have. I start to right on the quill and parchment. The ink came out in gold. After I was done the first parchment, it read;

Seeing a fat squirrel looking at her from the branch, Jessica threw one of the wild fruits in her hand over. Without aim, the fruit fell to the ground, scaring the squirrel away. "Is it fun?" Blake stood behind her. Jessica knew it was him when she heard his footsteps, so she didn't look back. She said, "It's worth it to buy this island by Mo Feitong." She really liked this place. "When I came here just now, I saw a pheasant and a black goat." Blake picked up the leaves from her hair and said, "I'll buy an island too. We'll live in retirement. It's called Xiang Island. Only the two of us can live on the island. No one can come here."

“It’s chaos!” Noir’s eyes flashed with fear as he shook his head. “The whole island has turned into a mess. “The teams from the Obaro continent and the rest of the world are killing each other without any order without any distinction between factions. Blood, limbs, and corpses are strewn everywhere.” As he spoke, he pointed to a place not far ahead. “Look, there’s someone there who looks like they’ve been chopped up.” Andrius looked over and could not help but shake his head. He recalled the scenes along his way here. It did seem like a scene from hell.

Outside, the sun was sinking over the ocean in a blaze of red, orange, and purple. It would have been a beautiful sight, except: It was the night of the full moon. As this reality struck me fully, I moved my hand away. She grasped my wrist and pushed it back between her legs. “Use your fingers” she said, her voice a whisper. We lived on Vukasin, an internment island for werewolves. It was rather like a leper colony, yet not without its luxuries.

"Its somewhere deep in the pacific, we'll have to fly to South America and take a boat from there, but that part of the ocean is a mine field of ice, so it might either be our last trip, or a one way" Skyler swallowed "One way? Last trip?" "Well sink if we hit some of those bigger icebergs and according to my organization there's no docking space on that island, its a classic castle built on rocks, so if the ice don't sink us the rocks will, and to make matters worse if we manage to safely make it to the island its almost guaranteed the boat will sink, a storm conjured by magic constantly rages there, they even called the island shipwreck rock, fuck knows what Helga calls it"