Island Stranded Novels & Stories

Although I longed to flee from this hellish existence, I couldn't abandon my Grandmother, who needed me. But then, look at where I am now—standing in the middle of nowhere on an isolated Island, guarded by the furious solid wall of waves. There's no other way out. It's impossible to swim against the tide. It will kill me. I sighed and looked at the flying seagulls above me. There are a few of them today. This Island has become their stopover from flying a long distance.

"What on earth happened? When the police pulled you out, you were still alive. But your parents and everyone else… were dead. They only recovered their bodies." I pinched my palm. It hurt. I was still alive. But why was I still alive? "I'm fine. I don't know how I survived. Mom, Dad, Mable, Julian, Lindsey, and Jack are all dead. But I'm still alive." If someone like me continued to live, I would only be destined for pain and agony. There would be no happiness waiting for me. "What happened to the island?" I asked. "It's been sealed off. With so many people dead, it's now a crime scene."

A Fragile Victory The boat cut through the choppy waves, the once-magnificent island now a smoldering ruin behind them. The air was thick with smoke and tension. The fourth man sat bound on the deck, his cold eyes darting between his captors, a predator waiting for an opportunity. Elena stood at the helm, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Her shoulders were tense, her mind racing. They had him, but at what cost? The destruction of the island didn’t just eliminate his fortress—it had likely buried countless answers they desperately needed.

I looked around the base of the tree, but kept my back firmly pressed against the trunk. “Something is happening.” Sam said sounding confused, “They are falling back.” “It’s a miracle.” Callie’s face lit up. “I wouldn’t get too comfy yet. Delazar’s don’t give up that easily.” “You call this easy?” Callie motioned to the island we were stranded on. “They aren’t done with us yet.” Sam looked back over the ledge. “What are they doing?” Callie was about to crawl over to Sam, but he held out a hand to her.

He hit the stairs just as the lower bay fully submerged. They climbed toward the surface, the sounds of the island’s destruction following them like a predator. When they finally burst through the emergency hatch onto the jagged, wave-lashed rocks of the island's exterior, the Vesper was there, dancing on the edge of a massive whirlpool. Clara stood at the railing, her hair whipped into a frenzy by the storm. She reached out, her hand finding Julian’s as he hauled himself and Leo onto the deck. The island groaned one last time, a deep, tectonic sound, and then it was gone. The emerald lights of Singapore’s skyline flickered in the distance, oblivious to the fact that the world’s most dangero

Marcus Delgado had underestimated one thing. He thought isolation made people weak. But isolation had forced me to listen—to patterns, to instincts, to truths I’d ignored for years. I wasn’t fighting for a firm anymore. I wasn’t fighting for Evan. I wasn’t even fighting for the law. I was fighting for myself. And for the first time since Rina died, that felt like enough.

he murmured, brushing wet strands of hair from her face. Sofia blinked up at him weakly, her lips parted as she struggled to speak. "A-Adam…?" He smiled tightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Yeah, baby. I'm here." Her fingers curled around his shirt as if afraid he’d disappear. Adam forced himself to stand, scanning their surroundings. The island was vast, lined with thick trees and rocky cliffs in the distance. It didn’t look inhabited. He glanced at the sky, it was nearing dawn. The storm had passed, but the ocean remained restless. No boats. No sign of rescue.

“Ms. Olsen, what's wrong? You look as if you want to cry.” Isla's words came out too late. Heidi quickly sniffed back her tears, saying, “I- I think something entered my eyes.” “It's windy, let's go back to the resort.” There was only one resort on the Island. They hadn't taken a single step from their position, however, when a Jeep Wrangler drove in front of them, scattering the sand.

I winced as I brushed my fingertips across the growing lump, sitting up slowly. "The plane..where are we?" He sighed. "Stranded on some island." Looking past him, I saw the dark plume of smoke still rising from the burning wreckage in the distance. My eyes followed the long stretch of white sand, nothing but jagged rock faces and thick jungle as far as the eye could see. A shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with the cooling air. "Oh my God, did the pilot make it?" I asked, my heart pounding with fear.

"No. We can't risk other people's lives. I've checked we have enough food for two days. Let’s pray the storm will stop soon." However, the storm didn't stop, and it became more violent. Much of the island's infrastructure was damaged by the fierce winds... It was said to be the biggest storm in seventy years. Stranded travelers on the island became impatient. There were conflicts among the guests. At night, Catelyn stood at the window and looked out. The clouds in the sky were so dark and heavy that they seemed to be overwhelming the island at any moment. Knock—knock—knock—