Islands In The Stream Novels & Stories

"I was on an island, totally alone. It was essentially only a fix of sand, encompassed by miles and miles of sea. A wonderful holy messenger plummeted out of the mists, traveling in my direction. Alongside her, a bunch of steps showed up, unadulterated white and driving very high. Be that as it may, when she broadened her long, pale white hand, I was unable to take it. I came to as hard as possible, however just before I might get inside a foot of those steps and the lady, would move farther away. Right underneath me, notwithstanding, it was an alternate story. The sand thundered and turned as hot as coals. The fire was quickly moving underneath my feet. I yelled in torment, going around the

“Don’t make much from it. Times have been tough. But this island stood above the flood even at its highest point, so I figured it’s safe. There’s two ways on and off – the bridge and the boats - and we’re far from anywhere. I thought it would be a fucking miracle if anyone found us. But here you are.” “Only because we followed the river on this bank,” Lyric pointed out. “I bet from the other side of the island the camp is invisible.” The river would run deeper and wider on the other side, she reasoned. The island had created a narrow channel in its flow on the side of the bank where Max owned the land, allowing the little walking bridge to be built. “That’s right,” his smile was wry. “I didn

"In a single file everyone. I don't want anyone to go off the landmarks." Leslie announced leading group B as they take photos, constantly talking to Group A and C through the walkie talkies. "Lesley please can I take a leak?" Helena asked holding her legs. "Seriously, Helena, now?" Lesley didn't believe her but there's no choice. "Okay, let me go with you." Larry chipped. "Okay you guys should hurry back." Lesley gave them permission to go, the duo held hands and went into the bush.

In the last six months, Waller Island had battled against the Sea Dragon a good number of times, but no clear winner was determined. The head pirate of Waller Island was named Sunstream the Third. He was not very tall. He was tan and skinny, but his skill level was of the Heaven Ascension stage. Sunstream laid in a hammock by the ocean. Next to it was a simple table, and on either side were two beautiful ladies feeding Sunstream fruit by hand. Sunstream was quite a pervert. He had robbed a business ship that day, and he got a good number of beautiful women from it to call his own. It had put him in a great mood.

I said playfully, she look back then starred at me with eyes that said stop been a cry baby and with that she turned around and left. I woke up a few hours later feeling a lot better so I decided to take a stroll around the island, when I left the tent my jaw dropped with the beauty of the place, on my way here I didn't pay much attention to where we were going because my focus was all on Evie. All the sirens looked almost the same... they had perfectly tuned body with long hair, long lashes and beautiful, kissable lips. The island was at the border of the kingdom, it had a river with dangerous currents but later I learnt that it was the doing of the sirens, they made the river current reall

No one knows the existence of the island except Mort, Klauss, Narco, the twins, Leroy and Lyric. Klauss drove the car to the sea bridge to the secret island. Mort was looking out through the opened window as he hugged the maiden to warm her, the dawn broke little by little in the East. The sea is so serene that its clarity seems to reflect the twinkling stars in the sky. The plinking of the wave-music was enthralling.

She seized Father's wrist, her face full of disbelief. "Gideon Frost! I climbed the steps to the Chapel of Wisdom on my knees for that charm the year we married. It was the love token I gave you on our wedding day. How dare you give it to someone else?" Father looked genuinely puzzled by her reaction.

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.

There shouldn’t be. I met his look and said nothing. "We’re here," Jace said. The trees broke. The river was in front of us. No, not a river. The sea. The faction didn’t sit on land you could walk to. It sat on an island. Black rock rising out of black water, a half mile out. The only way across was to swim or to take one of the boats tied at the rotting dock. The water wasn’t water. It was moving oil. It didn’t reflect the moon. It ate it.

Part 1: Across the Sea The boat cut through the dark water. The wind carried the scent of salt and rain. Lina stood at the bow, clutching the sealed envelope. Somewhere beyond the horizon... Her mother was waiting. Or so she hoped. Part 2: The Map She carefully unfolded the map. It revealed a small island hidden far from the mainland. There were no names. Only one symbol. The Eclipse crest. Adrian studied it. "This island doesn't appear on any public charts."