Island Visual Novels & Stories

Marshall pointed to their right. Tamara looked in the direction where he was pointing. In the soft morning light, the silhouette of an island was slowly illuminated. It floated on the cerulean sea, enshrouded in wisps of mist. It looked heavenly. "Is that Sunrise Island?" Tamara leant forward instinctively, as though that would help her see better. Marshall nodded with a smile. Narrowing her eyes, Tamara saw lush green forests and sleek white sands. A flock of seagulls soared above the island, cawing happily as though welcoming them.

I took few steps to the table where they were, to pick them. The man at the door who had called me earlier was speechless when I came out of my room. 'Why is he looking lost?' I wondered. I waved my hand over his face to draw his attention. "Hello." "Uhm... Yes. Three minutes remaining." "Alright." "You're putting on your microphone and name tag right?" "Yes." I pointed at where I had put both of them. I could hear the booming voice of the host from where I stood. "It's your host again, Logan Ward. Welcome to the eleventh season of Love Isle. As usual, we have ten singletons from all walks of life. They will be living together in this luxurious villa, hoping to find their perfect match."

He didn't see a face at all. The poster was a high-resolution satellite image. It was a bird's-eye view of an island. The rocky coastline, the jagged cliffs, and the tiny, isolated shack perched on the northern ridge. It was his shack. The resolution was so clear he could see the woodpile he’d spent all Tuesday stacking.

Richard finally turned around and the first thing Isa noticed was his displeased expression as his face was contorted into a snarl. "Welcome back little bird, you had fun didn't you? at the Island?" the question seemed rhetorical and sarcastic but Isla answered nonetheless not knowing what else to do. "Yea it was beautiful" she answered nervously as Richard picked up a khaki colored envelope from the study table. You had too much fun according to this" with that said, Richard emptied out the envelope's contents and a dozen pictures came out of it. Picures of her and Alexander kissing at the Island, making out, laughing, some were even taken from the window of the condominium with Alexander o

"Our supernatural island or Attenberg Isles— as humans call it is the main island in the centre and the vampire islands are scattered around it. And since we are in the middle of Jivan, it takes us almost the same time to go to any Kingdom. The islands towards the north are Prajini and Mozog, Bellehaven Isle is in the east, west is Poziarne and, south west we have Voda. Ovzdusia is somewhere in the south east, no on really knows where it is exactly." "Why?" She asked. "He is the King of Air. There are always hurricanes or tornadoes or something going on around his islands and no one has been able to pass them. And even if they did, we don't know— they couldn't be contacted since they were pr

I can't compromise with them. Marriage? What even the fuck is it? He closed his eyes and an unwanted image flashed in his vision. An image of Isabel with some other man. She was giving that man the same shy smiles she gave Him. Viso clenched his jaws tightly as another scene flashed in his vision. Isabel having sex with that imaginary man. He watched her gleaming body, the same body He spent countless hours imaging under him.

Ivy began reading the captions to understand the photos even more. “Last night was a fever dream. Thanks to my team who helped me turn my vision to reality. I hope everyone had fun! Xoxo, Bell.” “Hmmm,” she mused as she read the caption. “So she's like a curator of some sort?” The more she scrolled, the more of Isabella herself she started to see. Isabella having breakfast at rooftop buildings. Isabella posing with animals, and sand on the beach. Isabella in the midst of children, as they all hugged her. Isabella on billboard, with the world's hottest men beside her.

As the jade amulet vibrated, the barrier began to crack and dissolve into nothingness. The whole spectacle was over in less than five seconds. Observed by the crew aboard the Lord of War, scrutinized by the Temple of War's vigilant members, and under Alexander's piercing gaze, a verdant island spanning twenty kilometers slowly emerged at the heart of the ocean. "The Unnamed Island, that's the one marked on the Black Maple's USB drive!" Without a moment's delay, Alexander commanded with a thunderous voice, gazing down at the island, "Fighter jet Aledandra, descend and land immediately!"

The water is so blue it looks like a glitch in the rendering software. But it’s real. The sand between my toes is real. The humidity that makes my hair frizz and my skin sheen with sweat is real. We are on an island that doesn't appear on most maps. A private speck of paradise in the South Pacific, bought and paid for by the ghost of Evelyn Voss. Our bungalow sits on stilts over the lagoon. It has no walls, just smart-glass panels that slide open to the breeze.

She’s trying the technique that she’s always using in her past… the heart observation Believe it or not, an island is a living creature. In her past life, someone theorized that the island is also a monster, if you closed your eyes and concentrate –you can connect to its heart. Everyone on the island can connect to its heart Which she finds absurd, some of it is true –connecting to its heart can help you observe what’s happening in the whole island. It’s more like an eye view just by concentrating