Mihawk Island Novels & Stories

"It's nothing. It's already dark. Let's get to the Wind-heeding Pavilion first, where I'll arrange for your accommodation. We can talk about the rest tomorrow." The so-called Wind-heeding Pavilion was a floating island similar to the Mystic Sky Pavilion, except it was countless times larger. The island was so big that it seemed boundless. Unless one was standing on the edge of the island, there was no way one could tell that this was a floating island.

I shivered at the thought of it. " A place where no Version should go." *Neigh!* " Oh! Laugh all you want! When you get there then you'll know the horrors that slumber there! Misaki curse the waters around that island anything that isn't an enchanted glass boat would melt like butter on a hot pan! Not to mention that's where Misaki keeps all her failed experiments... That might as well be Hell! Hell, I tell ya!.. and that hell is under Diomondi, A place called Zakheaven! Cue lightning and thunder!"

“A trade?” Yvonne froze, stunned. Though she knew Hector harbored evil intentions, she wasn’t able to stop herself out of care for Harvey. Hector casually lit up a thin and long cigarette, and then took a huff. “At the end of the day, Ms. Miwa’s an Islander.” “Her death may or may not be important, depending on how the Islanders want it to be.” “You know that I have a bit of connection with the Islanders. With just a single word, I can make them stop pursuing Miwa’s death any further. With that, you’ll have a chance to nullify the situation.”

We all lost our footing for a second but then caught each other's forearms in a lock and stood straight again. I watched as Javier stood in front, his back to us, his arms crossed and the wind hitting all of us in the face. How the hell did Emmanuel manage to capture such a powerful man for ten years? It baffled me. After another ten minutes, an island came in our view. "Is this the one?" Javier asked. "The location is of some nearby place. It isn't very precise." Mikhail replied. Javier directed us towards the island, our speed increasing. When we neared the island, I could hear the sound of human voice, heart beats and daily activities. It can either be vampires, werewolves or humans.

When I saw them, I would thank them again. "You're welcome, Roy," Niko finished with a big smile. On the way to the island, Niko gave me a brief overview of Maui. “Maui it’s part of the Hawaiian Islands, along with the Lanai, Kahoolawe and Molokai islands; Maui is the third most populated island. It’s also known by the nickname of Valley Isle for the fertile isthmus between the two volcanoes. Legend has it that the island is named after the demigod Maui. This hero, known in different parts of Polynesia, created the islands by fishing them from the bottom of the sea, uniting them, since it’s an island that is made up of two joined volcanoes, but don't worry, Roy,” Niko calmed me when he saw m

For a long time, everything around ceased to exist for two friends, as they hugged for the last time at this crossroads, where each had to go their own way. When Miyuki had her social worker diploma in hands, and Aoi became the brother of psychologist Kai Ichatashiko in the eyes of the people, they both went to this small island where the former seat of the Takashima vampire clan was located. Despite the fear of the local community, who knew the chilling legends about this damned house in the middle of the forest, Miyuki and Aoi rebuilt it, living there after their wedding. Miyuki built a social welfare center on the island, bringing some co-workers and their families here, thanks to which s

“You need to have better safeguards in place then, including physical eyes on the contestants at all times, rather than relying on your technology, if it isn’t sufficient.” Moreau nodded eagerly. “We’ve just been discussing that this morning, and plans are underway to both upgrade our power grid, and to add to the staff to ensure nothing like that happens again. That was before we knew someone had been in peril. I swear this will never happen again.” I didn’t know whether to believe him, but there wasn’t much I could do about it anyway. They were operating on an island in international waters, from the best I could guess, so there was no regulatory body to shut them down. I turned away from

May kung anong pinindot 'to sa maliit na hawak na remote bago may lumabas na larawan sa malaking screen sa harap kaya napatingin ako dun. Isang Isla. "Here ... Island of heart, an Island where the Windsors own it. Island of heart is one of their hideouts. This is not their main hideout. Ang Isla na ito ay nasa dulo ng Luzon kaya naman ay hindi 'to agad na detect ng satellite natin, they have their own signal and that Island is a private property at sobrang higpit ng seguridad nila na kahit ang satellite natin ay hindi agad 'to na detect. Magaling ang hacker nila dahil agad na nalalabanan nito ang pagpasok ni A sa security system wall nila. Malakas ang firewall na gamit nila kaya hindi 'to na

Blue water as far as I could see, some shallow reefs near the surface, and in the middle of nowhere, a tiny green dot that grew bigger as we got closer. "Is that an island?" I asked, pressing my face to the glass. "Looks like something out of Tarzan." "It's a private island," Makoa answered from the cockpit, his voice calm. "Bought by a friend of Rocco's twenty years ago. Nobody comes here. Nobody even knows this exists." "How does nobody know? It's an island. Satellites are a thing, you know?" Makoa laughed, a deep sound that echoed through the cabin. "Not when your friend works at the Pentagon, wahine."

I love this place. As I reached my cafe I could see lots of media, police and girls were gathered around the main gate of the resort which was just 300m away from my cafe. I know the owner of the cafe Uncle Peter but he has been so busy arranging for everything that he has had no time to visit me, otherwise I could have had more information on what was going on.