Island Stranded Novels & Stories

"Are you alright?" "I’m fine." I insisted, sitting up and taking in the scene. Now that we were out of danger of drowning, the reality of the situation was hitting us. We had managed to make it to Tenebris Island, but our way back was destroyed. Now what were we going to do? "We need to find shelter." I muttered as lightning flashed above and the wind that was already raging grew stronger. "We can’t do anything in this storm." "Right." Hans responded. "Shall I go and see if I can find anything?"

Igor sighed and rubbed his head. He felt completely attracted to her, it was a passion he kept within himself. Days passed, until they arrived at Suturuza Island, which in the Atlantic area was called Wonder Island. As they approached the island they saw three huge boats from the Atlantic area, which were empty. “ Apparently, we are not the only foreigners on this Island! “ Said Graden. Igor sighed thoughtfully. Debo: “Is there still treasure here? Or will we only find remains?

No ship, no harbour, no smoke or signal anywhere. “Hello…?” I called hoarse. From further along shore shapes moved slowly Elena, Liam, Maya, Marco… wet, shivering but alive. And then Alexus. He sat up slowly, pushing hair back. His proud face pale and eyes wide with true fear. Beside him his companion wept softly. He looked straight at me across empty sand. Arrogance gone only shock and something deeper: regret. We were stranded. No rescue near. No way out soon. And I knew already: this mist‑covered island would be where every hidden thing old pain, cruel plans, buried truth and strange sleeping magic finally comes into open.

I splashed my face with cold water and slowly straightened to stare at my reflection in the mirror. We were stranded on the mainland with no money, no identification, and only the dirty clothes we wore. Somehow someone had called ahead to let the police know what was happening on the island. They had been waiting for us when the plane landed. Swallowing, I grabbed some paper towels and dried my face. My hands were shaking and I felt sick to my stomach. Sucking in a few deep breaths, I rubbed my chest where the ache was.

I didn't look back, didn't dare to, as I struck out for the island, my heart pounding in my chest. The swim was grueling, the water choppy and unpredictable. But I pushed on, driven by a desperate need to escape the sabotaged boat and find safety on the island. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I reached the shore, exhausted and shaken but alive.

"I don’t care how many people have to die tonight. I’m taking her back." Remote Island – Fading Hope and Desperation The cold night wind swept over the small island, making Cassandra shiver even more in her torn, filthy clothes. For hours, she had tried to find a way out, but all she discovered were thick forests and towering cliffs that plunged directly into the vast ocean. The sky was growing darker, with only the moon as her single source of light. Cassandra let out a long breath, staring at the old building behind her—the place where she had been held captive. Inside that building, she had found an old radio, but as expected, it didn’t work.

Shane then says, "Tristan did save my life. I don't know where he came from, but by nothing less than a miracle, he dragged me from a sinking boat destroyed in the storm. I was in the service but not on duty that day. Me and a few other sailors found an island near the Philippines. We were interested in purchasing it if any country didn't own it. We stayed there overnight, but there was a wild boar or something present violently attacking. We ran for our lives. We boarded our boat, but halfway to our destination, a horrible storm came. The boat was destroyed. Two of my brothers died, but me and another sailor were pulled to shore. When we awakened, we were in a makeshift cage tied to a tree

Storm asked as we walked along the beach. It was a perfect afternoon, like all the afternoons here were. The island itself was a veritiable paradise. Which made the craziness of its inhabitants all the more surreal. “Not yet,” I sighed. I mindlinked my grandfather twice a day. They still hadn’t found Zane or Astrid. No one knew where Scarlett or Alpha Skylar was. They were looking for this island, but it was a needle in a haystack. There are thousands of small, tropical islands. We didn’t even know which ocean we were in - the Pacific or the Atlantic.

The island was apparently only a few kilometers off the coast. Elias looked around. “This is impossible. We were days at sea.” John’s words echoed in her. Never lost path. Was the storm really just a storm? Or had the island deliberately returned it? A Martinshorn sounded in the distance. A black van bog around the corner of the harbor camp. No police marking. No company. Tinted discs. Jonas reacted immediately. “Get down!” He pulled Mara behind a container. The van stopped at the port entrance. Two people got out.

"I have a house at the outskirts of the sea and I do go fishing with my boat. One night I decided to tour the sea a far distance away from my house if I will be a lucky man to catch one big fish. Just as I toured the sea that evening, I was on my way back home when this heavy storm started shaking my canoe boat aggressively. The evening that is still supposed to be a little bright by 7PM turns dark. My boat capsized as I struggled to swim in the roaring water despite my struggle. I still end up being carried toward the way I know nothing of. I decided to dance to the tune of the sea as I tried as much as possible to keep my head up, but after much struggle I was able to get hold of my canoe