Island Visual Novels & Stories

Conversations were preferred for impact, for glass, for vision, for control. Isla observed carefully, enthralling all detail. She learned that loyalty didn’t exist at present. Only countenance. Only understanding. And she, who had gone through neglect and abdication,can manage to get through this but only if she learned to visualize, to notice, to reckon. At that event, Ares attended a limited test. A cameraperson entered surprisingly, a distinct click of a camera, and Ares trained Isla on in what way or manner to position herself. “Chin up. Smile minimally. Eyes forward.

Ivis casually smiled and took out his phone from his pants pocket and then held it out to them. “It’s only for a while. Everyone would remember you soon enough. In fact it hasn’t been that long.” “…!” Everyone look at Ivis with suspicious eyes. How can they believe such a thing when they have a solid proof? They’ve stayed here for over a year and you dare to say it hasn’t been that long? You think we’re dumb? Everyone snorted. Ivis just smiled at them making everyone raised their suspicions even more. “I know it’s hard to believe but this island is located in the gaps between dimensions so time and space is altered by the dimensional changes.” Ivis seriously explained.

I still couldn't believe I was actually here. Valoria. The island kingdom stretched out beneath the plane window like something from a fever dream or a travel magazine: impossibly turquoise water that looked like liquid sapphire, pristine white-sand beaches that sparkled in the sunlight, lush emerald hills dotted with colorful villas in shades of coral and cream and gold. No pack politics. Just Gabriel and me. Finally.

I furrowed my brows in confusion as there was no island or any landmass that I could see. Just as I was about to ask a question, the sun rose just over the horizon and a brilliant flash of gold erupted over the entire skyline, momentarily blinding me. When my vision cleared of the golden haze I gasped in surprise as a massive island appeared out of nowhere. It was huge and there were hundreds of dragons in the air and on the highest mountain peak was a beautiful stone structure, carved out of the mountainside itself, the brilliantly coloured rocks looking like magic.

To a sound solely, by him. At 06:06 a.m. the restaurants lights flash briefly (nearly tender). At that moment all the screens, throughout the area illuminate simultaneously. Cellphones. Notebooks. The old television mounted over the bar that Javier won’t swap out. Even the shattered tablet Marco assumed was broken. The same image on every screen. Isla. Six years old. Crown of subway tokens. Red dress. Eyes gold. Sitting on the throne. However on this occasion she isn’t, by herself.

She didn’t know where Chibi was headed, but she knew they needed to land somewhere soon. After what seemed like an eternity, Shia saw something hovering in the air. She blinked her eyes several times, but the same vision popped ahead. Her eyes weren’t deceiving her, right? The floating thing was really an island! There was only one known floating island in the entire world. It was Teotroly – the Land of The Gods! Stories said that Teotroly was invisible to ordinary people, and only those who were nearing their deaths would be able to see it. Shia’s was wildly frightened, but if they do not land on this strange place, Langrion might not be able to survive. He might really die!

The glowing green trajectory line had reached its final destination point. ​"We are here," Chloe announced, her voice filled with a profound, quiet awe. ​Julian stood upright, his dark eyes looking out through the massive windshield. ​Rising majestically from the crystal blue water was a cluster of lush, vibrant islands. It was the sovereign, self governing archipelago Chloe had secured with her hidden ghost ledgers. The landscape was absolutely breathtaking. Towering green cliffs plunged directly into the sea, framing hidden white sand beaches and dense, untouched forests.

A moment later, a logo popped up, along with the words “The Island.” A British male voice started speaking, but the camera didn’t show the narrator. Instead, it showed scenes that looked like something out of a hunting show to start with. As I listened to the narrator recapping the last episode, one of the images featured a slightly overweight man grappling with a shorter black woman. He held her down, forcing her onto all fours before climbing on top of her.

I let my eyes drift out over the water, watching as the moonlight flickers and dances on the gentle waves. Minutes pass in peaceful silence. As the silhouette of the island starts to materialize on the horizon, my throat goes dry. Even from this distance, the sheer size of the island is staggering. A sprawling oasis of light and life. White lights trace the outline of the shore and sparkle from buildings nestled in lush greenery. The glow radiates pure luxury, a beacon calling out to those craving escape and indulgence. I can see why anyone would dream of vacationing here. The island feels like a secret paradise, both wild and refined, and I'm overcome by the thrill of stepping into the new

She quickly grabbed it, she was inside a helicopter. Isla straightened immediately, panic flashing across her face. “Gabriel,” she called out, her voice stiff with worry as she turned toward him. “What’s going on? Where are we going?” She searched his face for answers, but before Gabriel could even open his mouth to reply, something caught Isla’s attention. Her eyes drifted toward the window. And then she saw something amazing. An island slowly came into view beneath them. It was surrounded by the dark ocean, yet it glowed brightly, standing out like a jewel against the night. Lights sparkled everywhere, outlining the shore, the trees, and the wide stretch of land. The entire island looked a