Murder Island 2 Novels & Stories

"The document is for you. Sign it, and I'll spare your life. If you refuse, you'll both go over the edge." Conner remained on his knees, water still dripping all over his body. Floyd continued, "The rules are simple. Both of you will cross at the same time. The walkway is only about a foot wide, and it can't fit two people side by side. Whoever reaches the end first gets what they need. As for the other one…" He didn't finish his sentence, but his chilling murderous intent said it all. The moment Anisa heard "hemostatic medicine", a frantic will to survive flared in her gaze. She actually managed to pull herself up and drag her bleeding body toward the glass walkway step by step.

Once she had been dealt with, the next step in my plan was to have her kill Beau. Things, however, quickly fell apart. After repeatedly lacing Kaylee's food with her own supply of the NECH nerve-blocking agent, Isla eventually ran out of it herself. After obtaining another dose of the medication, she died from an overdose while administering the injection. As it turned out, Isla had a younger sister named Amber. To ensure Amber would never suspect me, I fabricated a story claiming that Isla had been Beau's first love, placing all suspicion on Kaylee—who was already nothing more than my puppet.

“Write… Write that you’re my husband and that you’re my mother’s son-in-law! Write that you forgive me for accidentally causing my mother’s death, and that you’ll live the rest of your life with me!” I nodded, pretending to comply, my pen still moving. To buy time, I deliberately slowed the pace of my speech. “Laurie, do you remember our wedding day? You said you would love me forever.” While writing, I continued softly, “Why don’t you write something short as well? That way, it’ll look like a joint statement between husband and wife.” She froze, as if a buried memory had been triggered, and lowered the surgical blade slightly. The police voice in my earpiece came instantly. “Good. She’s loo

Mavric hissed through gritted teeth. With precise, efficient movements, Mavric twisted Isabella’s arm until the sound of shifting bones echoed through the room. Isabella screamed in agony as the detonator slipped from her fingers and clattered onto the floor. But Mavric did not stop there; he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back hard against the cabin wall. “You wanted a water landing, Isabella?” Mavric growled, his voice dripping with menace. “I can give you one right now through this emergency exit door.”

She then looked at the complex command line prompt for the SIB initiation. ​“Ready to press the kill-switch, Ethan?” ​“Ready.” ​11:51 GMT. ​She executed the final command. The screen flashed green, followed by a severe, irreversible red warning. ​SYSTEM INTEGRITY BROADCAST INITIATED. CHANNEL DECOMMISSION COMMENCING. IRREVERSIBLE PROCESS. EXITING APPLICATION... ​The tablet screen went dark. The Black Box was dead. Finch’s weapon was gone. ​The Aftershock ​We sat in the silent pod, listening to the muffled announcements of departing flights. We had sacrificed our secure network and exposed our deepest corporate flaw, all to prevent a hostile takeover. It was the highest-stakes gamble of our ca

These were the burning questions that she wanted to ask. “That’s the only thing that I can figure out. We thought she died with the rest of the women and children who were brutally murdered by those monsters. There was no evidence that she survived the attack, and no evidence that they were after her the whole time. We just assumed that denying his request had angered him and he took it out on the pack to punish us,” Maureen answered thoughtfully, as if remembering the moment it was all taking place. “I can’t understand why he would be reaching out now, or even how he would have found out about you.”

He looked at me with haunted eyes and said: "Michael didn't drown, Gabriel. He staged it. Used the island as a reset point. Burned his old identity and climbed out of the grave as someone else." I didn't understand then. I thought it was grief talking. Now I understand everything. The island isn't just a land-grant. It's the extraction site. The place Hale used to "die" so he could operate from the Caymans without legal exposure. Isla thinks she's hunting a deed. A piece of paper. She's hunting the grave Hale used to climb out of. I look at the mission brief on my screen. The coordinates. The departure time. 6:00 AM tomorrow. Portland, then a chartered boat to Morrison.

she said slowly, voice trembling, “we picked up something. A heat signature. Too small for settlement. Too consistent for wildlife. It’s… intermittent.” Rex was at her side in a single stride. “Where?” She highlighted a speck on the map—an unnamed island, absent from civilian charts, buried in layers of restricted zoning. Rex’s pulse thundered. His breath caught. The room felt suddenly airless. Zoom levels changed. Data stacked. Old military overlays surfaced—redacted notes, erased coordinates, warnings without explanations. “That island…” the analyst whispered. “It’s not supposed to exist.” Rex straightened slowly, a terrible calm settling over him. “Nothing that hides this well is empty.”

She said coldly, “Yvonne, what’s the use of you taking out these photos? “My husband died in Kyoto, Island Nation that year, and the police have already closed the case for a long time. “Moreover, I have a green card from the Island Nation. “Do you think your so-called evidence would have any effect on me in this situation? “Could it be that the law of the great Country H can punish me, an Islander, for what I did in Island Nation? “Naïve!” Katie swept away all the photos on the ground while talking and threw them on the stove. The photos suddenly began to distort and burn as if the past events had disappeared. Yvonne clapped her hands and lamented. She said, “Madam Price is indeed the well-

" Zekan muttered as he tried to pull me away, but I shrugged him off, feeling too seethed to just walk away. "WE FOUGHT FOR YOU, TO HELP YOU! NOW THERE'S AN ARMY OF HUNTERS HEADING TO THE CASTLE TO KILL EVERYONE INSIDE IT, BUT WILL ANY OF YOU HELP? WILL YOU FINALLY FIGHT WITH US?.... NO!, I DOUBT YOU WILL. YOU'D RATHER BURY YOUR HEADS IN THE SAND AND PRETEND YOU MURACULOUSLY SURVIVED! WELL, HOLD ONTO YOUR LOVED ONES TONIGHT AND KNOW THAT YOU DID NOTHING TO STOP THIS! NOTHING TO SAVE EACH OTHER OR THIS FUCKING ISLAND THEY ALL WANT TO TAKE FROM US!".