Island Stranded Novels & Stories

Amelia clutched her son against her chest, heart pounding so hard she felt faint. Behind them— Ian screamed in rage. “You won’t leave this island alive!” Island. The word hit Maxwell like a shockwave. He turned to Margaret as they ran. “We’re trapped.” Margaret’s face went pale. “He blocked the causeway.” Another explosion rocked the structure. Dylan slammed the hidden door shut behind them. “We have five minutes before they breach.” Maxwell grabbed him. “Offshore. Where did they take her?” Dylan hesitated. “Cargo route.”

She slid into his arms and he leaned over her, his face inches away from hers. "Yeah?" "Shut up and kiss me." He did. The staff lined the pier to wave goodbye as Mark, Myra, Maddy, their friends, and Jasmine and her colleagues left the Island. Captain Wales and his crew took them smoothly over the water towards Guadeloupe, and when they arrived a small fleet of vehicles waited to take them to the Airport.

The fifth video began to play. One early morning, I finally waited for a fishing boat to appear. My voice was already hoarse from crying as I begged the fisherman to take me away. After being trapped on Exile Island for so long, it wasn’t like I hadn’t thought about calling for help, but there was no signal on the island at all. The fisherman was my only chance. However, he couldn’t understand what I was saying. He muttered something in a thick local dialect, then nodded and gestured for me to get on board.

On that remote island, the sun was beginning to set on the western horizon. Marco and Davina sat near the dying fire, their bodies still wet and cold even though hours had passed since they were stranded. Marco kept staring at the sky, looking for signs of life—helicopters, planes, smoke from a ship in the distance. But there was nothing. Just an empty sky and an endless sea. "Nothing. This island is completely isolated. No one's coming to look for us."

But then the van stopped. The doors swung open, and the salt air hit me like a physical blow. We weren't at an airstrip. We were at a crumbling stone pier. In the distance, rising out of the black water like a jagged tooth, was an island. It didn't have lights. It just had a dull, sickly orange glow coming from somewhere deep inside the rock. "Get out," the guard barked. They shoved me and three other guys toward a boat. One of the guys looked like he had been crying for days, some skinny kid who looked way too young to be in this mess. We were bundled onto the deck, and as the engine roared to life, the mainland started to shrink.

“Look at this! The internet’s on fire! They’re saying there’s a ‘Goddess of the Sea’ on our island! I swear, these kids have never seen you scold anyone harder than you slice fish!” Lena finally put down her tweezers, removed her goggles, and cast a cool glance at the greasy phone screen. The headline was blazing red: “Isolated Island Whale Song: Divinity Amid Despair.” The picture was that very sunset moment: murky waves, jagged black rocks, Lena standing sideways, hands covered in blood, whale calves swimming to the deep sea at her feet. The side silhouette alone radiated the tension of carving a path to life in a dying sea.

Honestly, he wasn’t the comforting type, emotions and all were just too… complicated for him. Even he never got the hang of his own emotions, talk less someone else, it was… difficult. But, despite that, he still felt like he had to say something. So, with a heavy sigh, he pointed towards a far corner of the sea. “Do you see that Island over there?” Ivory was a bit surprised by the question, but she was willing to play along, so she nodded and Gadreel continued. “There was a man and a woman, the woman, she had gotten lost and was separated from her family. It was getting dark and the only place she could go was the Island. So, she decided to rest there.”

Julian pulled out his phone and attempted to make a call to Celestine, but he was unable to do so because he was unsure whether or not the absence of a signal was caused by the weather. Despite this, the weather continued to deteriorate. After observing the strange waves on the water's surface and the slow lowering of the dark clouds, Mr. Lee's countenance exhibited clear signs of concern. Because he had been here before, he was familiar with the conditions that prevailed during a storm at this location. ‘‘We have no choice except to depart right away! If that doesn't work out, we're going to be stranded on this island!’’ Mr. Lee instantly came to a halt and didn’t proceed ahead.

Hand extended, I say, "Ajay, and she's Justine." Emelia then says, "Maybe we can be of service." Justine answers, "My friend needs a place to stay until her ferry comes." "When's that?" I can't believe I'm back on this island, stranded and penniless. Ken will help if I ask, so I answer, "After I make some calls, I'll know for sure." Mitchell looks at Justine, asking, "What about you?" "No, my sister arranged for someone to pick me up tomorrow."

He's strong enough to find this island and get us out of here! Get us out? If only it were that simple. Amber held her phone, the offline map's screen reflecting her forlorn, wry smile. If there was really a "jade amulet" there, its power was nothing short of weird! The map showed an island that seemed to have materialized from thin air, unmarked, claimed by no nation, a signal dead zone, invisible to the outside world... When Maxine's jet went down, she, Maxine, and Duke of War, White Tiger saw nothing but the endless ocean—no sign of land in sight.