Isle Of God Novels & Stories

I snapped a picture with my phone and grabbed her hand again. "I'm just going to take some measurements". Latisha turned to me, tears rolling down her face now. "What happened to us?" "What do you mean?" I chuckled. "I'm pregnant and you're actually in a relationship with a Russian god." "You know I was thinking the same thing the other day." I laughed. "When are you at work?" "Thursday". She just nodded. "What?" "I think you should get out." "Why?" "Right that's all done ladies. Take your time getting up Latisha, I'll put your maternity notes at the front desk and they'll book your next scan, your photos are in there too."

Emelia winks my way, saying, "Divine intervention. ...Thanks, Eduardo." The server leaves, and Emelia continues, "What others meant for evil, God changes for our good! My lust He used to guide us to Knight Island. We were about to travel 3,500 miles this way, and it's a rock's throw that way, so you're welcome." My will not to smile involuntarily turns into a grin. Soon, we sat laughing. I searched Knight Island and Sangre Island to no avail. When Eduardo returned with our bill, I asked, "Why isn't it showing up online?"

It appeared to be an island. A lonely island in a blue sea. Behind him is a tropical jungle where temperatures reach 30 degrees and Ethan Brooks is starting to get weak from the constant sweating and won't last much longer if he can't find water to drink. The crash happened in the early hours of the morning, and it's now been more than eight hours, and help has yet to arrive. Ethan Brooks is getting scared. He's not Bell, there's no camera crew here, and he's watched wilderness survival

It’s only polite, since we share a nervous system. I pause, letting the jeep’s vibration steady my thoughts. "You… have a name?" "Of course I do." Her tone drips with sass, the mental equivalent of an eye-roll. "I’ve been waiting for you to be ready to hear it. Isla. Try not to forget it. It means ‘island’—isolated, unshakeable, and surrounded by wild water." My lips twitch, though I keep my expression neutral. Zeke is talking beside me, his voice a steady, grounding anchor as he points out the car window as we roll deeper into the pack territory.

folder lay open before her, its pages illuminated by the harsh, flickering hum of a fluorescent bulb that sounded like a trapped insect. She wasn't looking at the lab reports anymore. She was staring at her father’s map. The island was a tiny, jagged speck in the Grenadines called Isla de Sombra—Shadow Island. It didn't appear on any commercial nautical charts, but in the Vane family ledger, it was listed as the "Primary Asset."

Those older Yinglanders bowed down instantly and they called out, “Our lord and savior!” Yes, at that moment, they thought Zayn was something divine. Only the power of God could do something so astonishing! The building on the opposite shore was more than 1.2 kilometres away from Rowling Island, yet Zayn had managed to leap across that distance so easily. What else could he be if not a messenger from God?

“I need to know right now where the Nemesis base of operations is.” “Why would you need to know that?” The ex leader blustered, before realising. “You can’t be thinking of going there? They’ll destroy you.” He knew it was a mistake to say that as soon as it came out of his mouth. Isabelle turned round, the fury showing in here eyes. “I think that you underestimate me!” She almost screamed at the now powerless Brethren Member who had dared to question her. “I think it would be in your best interest to be careful not to do it again.” She managed the last part in a much more controlled voice.

Nikolai whipped his head to his friend with brows furrowed and plucked the card from his hand, seeing the address for himself. “Sneaking bastards.” He cursed angrily and fisted the card on his palm into crumpled. Isola delle Femmine is a small island in Palermo in Sicily, twenty-five kilometers from the mainland, and can be traveled only in half an hour. Not too far, but it is enough distance to keep the Seraglios in control over what’s going to happen, putting Nikolai and Akim in a precarious situation. “One more request,” Akim added, pulling out his phone, and scrolling through the screen before he stops at an encrypted message. “They only want you to go in there, alone.”

“Anyway, there’s an island in this map called ‘Ostrigum Logenis,’ which is Ajenian for ‘The Wooden Door.’” “Really? Where is it?” Ishida asked impatiently. His eyes glowed as he was speaking. “Here, northeast of where we are.” The boy pointed to a long, thin patch of land, an island, on the map. “It seems to be one of the Sassarian Islands.” “To the island of Ostrigum Logenis we go!” Ishida declared. “Hold on tight, Father, I’m coming to find you!”

I gave out a stolid laugh, and the Blood Isle rose in the distance through aboreal clouds, pines and basalm poking through the mist. "Aright, we are here," Yola said beckoning me down to the depths. Waves crashed against the fjords of the colossal, snowy isle. Ljossalfar light elves tended a quartz stone that glowed as a lighthouse. We alighted to the light elf village, and made our way North.