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They took the deserted road into the deep forest. In the distance, the howl of wolves can be heard and the cold whispers of the wind come from the North. The road took them to the beach. The waves were gently drenching the sand. Mort pressed something on his phone and seconds later, a magnificent bridge rose from the bottom of the sea. The long, well-engineered bridge connects to the hidden island, a paradise that has never been discovered by people except for Mort. He found this little paradise when he washed ashore at the place after he survived the assassination of their clan's enemy when he was young. The island once saved his life. By then, Mort decided to study engineering to improve t

[The Sovereigns’ Revenge] Ang bawat hakbang ko sa lupang ito ay parang paglalakad sa ibabaw ng sarili kong bangkay. The air in the Island of Ash didn't just smell like salt; it smelled like the metallic rot of a thousand broken promises. Hindi lang ito basta isla—it was a graveyard, and every restless spirit here wore my face.

Standing beside Winnifred, Hilda blew a smoke ring and said, "Of course, I know of it. It's a mysterious Island located outside any national borders in Europe and belongs to no country. Moreover, the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes is a complete mystery. I heard it is a paradise for the wealthy where they can do anything they want there even if it is prohibited by law." For instance, the killing of humans, cannibalism, and the hunting of humans as prey... Anything that will shock an ordinary person can become the bloody way the rich and powerful entertain themselves daily. Winnifred blew another smoke ring, her deep gaze studying Sahara, who had stuck her head out of the rental

” "I heard the glacier is healthy... cannibals." Kell laughed. "really?" I heard the islanders eat each other. There is too little food on these small islands. "There's always fish and killer whale meat," Ragnar spat. He was angry because he was accused of cannibalism. On the other hand, it condemned Kiel to some extent, but what rights did it violate? In the dark he laughed at the irony of their legend. their ignorance. "But you're right about the valley," Kjells said. “You have a bad feeling about it. "What do you want to say?" 'I do not know. Something makes my flesh crawl. It's like something is following us," he said. "A wolf?"

Taking in a deep breath—now feeling much calmer than before—, Gerald then frowned slightly before asking, “…Are you sure you translated it correctly?” “Most of it, yes. So, what’s our next step? From what I can gather, the island mentioned by the book should be the one we had previously seen in the corner of the sea map. The one where we saw the Seadom tribe performing the sacrificial ritual,” replied Master Ghost who was just relieved that Gerald was talking again. “What else can I do? All we can do is try locating that island next…” muttered Gerald with a tired smile. “It won’t be easy to locate that island,” replied Master Ghost as he began smoking.

Finally, it was a time to relax, but Celine felt everything but relaxation. Celine chose Ponza Island, a small island in Italy. She hoped for some quiet time for reflection since she read reviews somewhere that this small island is perfect for people who want some solitude and to enjoy nature. They were not wrong. Beautiful beach, crystal clear seawater, cute stores here and there. But there was nowhere she could indulge in her favorite hobby—shopping. Worse yet, most stores didn’t accept credit cards. Cash Only. Oh, two words that shouldn’t belong together.

I beamed into his bright green eyes and took a still breath before speaking. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready,” I told him, placing my hands on his shoulders and drawing his lips near to mine. Slowly, like the setting sun and the ocean horizon, our lips came together on his island. The soft scent of a tropical island, the waves, and the beach mingled with his cologne and I knew that I would forever be in love with his island kisses.

It echoed through the trees, vibrating in their chests, reminding them of a heartbeat—only slower, heavier, unnatural. Jenna stiffened, her eyes scanning the black horizon. “Do you hear that?” she whispered. Mateo clutched his rosary, his lips moving silently before words escaped. “Dios mío… It’s drums. Someone’s out there.” Steeve The rhythm crawled under his skin, icy and unrelenting. He remembered an article he once read, half-dismissed at the time: stories of isolated islands, untouched by civilization, where tribes preserved rituals of blood and fire. Cannibalism, the word whispered now, gnawed at his thoughts. His throat dried, his body tense. “This isn’t just animals,” he muttered, vo

Ophelia raised her chin thoughtfully in the air, failing to meet Finlay's gaze. "Let's just say a group of sick-minded men and women were sailing North from the South. They stopped at L-Island, got attracted by its beauty, and camped there for a few days and on their return, they found their ships gone. And then they built themselves a shelter on the island, and began eating werewolves like ourselves because the animals in L-Island aren't ordinary but come from different kingdoms." Finlay concluded with a raised brow and Ophelia snapped her head to meet his gaze.

My Lycan Prince Chapter five. I‘ve never in all my life seen a place so beautiful. Isla Martago is far from a small island, it's a huge island in the middle of the ocean. It's so breathtaking….the beauty of it. The breeze that comes off the water is cool and it ruffles through my hair as I hang further out the window to get a better view of the city. Buildings stand tall along with statues and a flag. It's a gold flag with a black crest in the middle along with the name Isla Martago. Archer hasn’t said a word since we got into the limousine but that goes two ways I guess and I haven’t said anything to him either but I have been kinda busy staring at this beautiful place that I get to call ho