Nightmare Island Novels & Stories

Jeff who was also having the same thought as Luna asked. "The fucking thing is fucking with us." Wei growled, kicking on a stone. "Do they think it's a game or something?" "It's a game." Luna cracked up. First they crossed a bridge, entered a cave, got stuck in a trance, which Salvador figured out. Then they were seperated and flushed down like nothing. Someone died. And now they are walking–dead people who were supposedly killed by a fire night before. The fucking Island isn't just killing them off, it's also making a game out of it. She laughed bitterly.

She should’ve traded with Zane and sat where she had a worse view, in the middle. The vehicles had come from some wealthy donors who were interested in seeing LIGHTS put a complete end to the Vampires. Like cockroaches who had hidden away until after the blasting was over, they were crawling out from beneath rocks and out of holes, ready to flex their muscles since the most dangerous part of the Revelation appeared to be over.

I tell myself to find the bad, to find the tainted traces that are not Valen, and get them out. “I believe in you,” Valen whispers. And with his affirmation, I touch the sides of Valen’s head, and I let myself fall down into his mind. It’s dark. So dark. I hear screams. I hear a language I do not recognize. I feel sand all around my body. I see dozens of worlds and various ships. I see Neron blue. I see red blood. I suck in a shallow breath. I press my fingertips tightly into Valen’s temples. I shift in the bed, better balancing myself.

She has a nasty-looking bruise on her forehead, but she won’t tell me where she got it from. Cheerleader Barbie overhears my comments and gives me a cool smile. “It means you lot need the most work.” My insides tighten at what clearly sounds like a threat. “Work?” I repeat, slowly. “You wanna explain what that means?” “There are five islands, each island for a specific number. The island you landed on is Level 1. The island you are going to is Level 0. Level 0 is for troublemakers who need to have a watchful eye on them.”

"I saw a river in the Oasis not far from here. Then a huge white wolf appeared and led me downstream, beckoning me to follow. Kalyssa, it looked like your wolf. Anyway, we came to a warehouse. When I flung the door open, there were cages inside." When he stopped, I went next. "I saw a farmhouse on the edge of the Oasis. Humans were working but were enslaved. A slave driver reared back his whip and struck one of the humans. There was a huge warehouse to the right of the farmhouse. Then I zoomed inside, and Rush was sitting at a wooden table speaking to the other heads of Nightshade." Elias was next. "I saw a mountain range in the desert, but at the base of the mountains were caves. Weapons ar

“Then I’m in. If that thing…the rat-dog or whatever…if it’s dead, then the glamour might be gone, and people will wonder where the hell that building came from.” “I didn’t think about that,” I tell her. “It’s too early in the day to try and sort it out, but unless there are photos, people will just be confused, right?” “Even in photos, which I’m sure there are, it’ll show up as hazy,” Kristy says. I take my coffee back to the island. Lucas’s laptop and a folded piece of paper are on the center of the island. My name is written on the paper in his freakishly neat handwriting.

If only- A scent hit my nose hard as the stranger leaned in, his right hand stretched forward to help me up. I had no idea who this psycho was, and I wasn't bothered to know, but regardless, I wrapped my fingers around his palm, letting him pull me up. My body leans into his. “Marry me.” A dry laugh fell free. Rolling my eyes in awe and disgust, I placed my hand on his chest and pushed backward to create some space because I had no idea what this psycho was capable of.

Revenge was so sweet. * * * The next morning, the boat sailed away from the island with the sun as it rose over the horizon, its rays spilling on top of the water with oranges and golds casting a warm glow over everything in view. Natalia softly snored with low moans that made me wonder what the hell she was dreaming as she lay in the guest bed of my beach house. I’d spent a fortune on this island home, but it was all mine. Who cared that it was paid for with the blood of the mafia’s ordered killings. I slept just fine.

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.

Jack said, not understanding. - There are no Hawaiian Islands! You see before you only boundless space, on which we fly on a spaceship called Detonom, - explained Charon. – And you have to decide for yourself - either you jump into this whirlpool abyss, or you go back to the real city of Detonom. If you want to go back to the real city of Detonom, then you should know that no one will believe you if you tell others about it, but except for those who chose to go back to the real city of Detonom.