Nim's Island Novel Novels & Stories

It seemed, he had really hoped to get drinking water on Yimin Island soon. “Does Yimin have a dry forest? Was it a forest fire?” Zhou Fu asked, but not to anyone, only to himself. “No, Young Master! Yimin Island doesn't even have a forest. Yimin is a very densely populated island, so densely all the forests there are cleared as settlements! That smoke is… That smoke is…” said the crew who seemed to want to shout something but was restrained.

I was bruised, spent, and utterly claimed. I looked at the ledger sitting on the nightstand, the work that had earned me this night. I wasn't a victim of the Schmidts. I was the architect of their desire. And as I drifted toward sleep between the two brothers, I knew that the island wasn't a prison—it was the only place I was ever truly alive.

"My apologies, I misspoke. Someone of your noble birth is clearly only suited for the Wyvern clan." Yasmin, pleased with herself and eager to flaunt her status, was interrupted as Ebonwave Island began to quake, and the once tranquil sea whipped into a frenzy of waves. Yasmin gave me a look of pure glee. "The old books say that Ebonwave Island is a desolate place, plagued by constant quakes due to its harsh conditions, making it the perfect prison for nobles. Looks like we're due for another shake-up. I'm heading back to the palace. Selena, you'd better just hope for the best and survive this calamity."

“The Third Tide’s about revelation. Truth. That’s what the Testament said.” Jonas looked at her, eyes shadowed. “And how exactly does truth drown people?” Sefina coughed, voice dry. “Because it takes away the lie you need to live.” --- They found the island on the third day. It was no more than a reef—flat, colorless, ringed with bones. No vegetation. No water. No sound but the endless shimmer of the light. Maya stepped off the boat with the dagger at her waist and the Testament wrapped in a black oilskin across her back.

she said with a wink. A million questions raced through Caitlin’s mind, but before she could ask, Polly began again, in her chipper tone, “This island is named Pollepel. The humans like to call it Bannerman’s Island, just because they don’t know what it’s really called, but Pollepel is the name. It’s been here since ancient times, and it’s always been a sacred place for our kind. For thousands of years, we used this place exclusively, no humans allowed. Even the Indians were scared of it: it was practically the only place in America they wouldn’t dare come. They knew that it was ours.

He doesn’t know me and I don’t know him. I open the text and read it again. Home. I replied. :Thanks for the offer but no thanks. I’m going to stay with my brother Wade and his wife Jenny for a while. … :Where? :On an island in the North Pacific. … :Really. What’s the name of this island? Wade told me what the name of the island was. He has also told me it’s ruled by a king and queen and nothing like the states. It's more peaceful.

Fortunately, the remnants of past troubles were gone, making for a good conclusion. The rusty fishing boat continued its journey, finally free of those scoundrels and much more relaxed. The remaining people, terrified of Alexander, huddled in a corner. The battle had left a deep psychological impact on them. Even when Alexander coughed, it startled them. Such was his intimidating presence. Half a day later, a small island appeared on the horizon. The green island with its striking white Western-style buildings was eye-catching. They had arrived at Nexus Island! The appearance of the dilapidated fishing boat immediately drew the attention of many islanders.

"This island doesn't appear on any public charts." Victor nodded grimly. "It was erased years ago." Part 3: A Dangerous Memory Victor stared out at the sea. "I came here once." Lina looked at him. "With my mother?" He nodded. "She believed the island could become a refuge." His expression darkened. "Instead..." "It became a prison." Part 4: Landfall As dawn broke, the island emerged through the mist. Dense forests covered the hills. Ancient stone ruins overlooked the shoreline. Everything was silent.

“If you like, we can fly back and tour the ruins when you have recovered from your journey.” “I would like that.” She turned her attention to the brilliant blue expanse of sparkling water, but already in the distance she could make out a small dot of land. “Is that it?” she asked, pointing. He nodded. “Does it have a name?” “smith's ,” he responded. She laughed. “I should have known.” She shook her head. It seemed unreal that he would own an entire island. But his naming the island smith's didn’t surprise her in the least. He wore arrogance like most people wore clothing.

Maybe I had drunk too much seawater during the wreck. He stood above me waiting for my reply. I just got up and shoved him out of my way. I walked past him away from the hut. Manuel was there waiting. Manuel was the man he had talked to when we emerged from the jungle. He had explained the island was called “Ementiti Loco” and currently it had fifteen inhabitants. Plus Zayn and I made it seventeen. But Zayn had rudely explained to him that they weren’t going to be there long. If you asked me, I didn’t mind living on the island for the while but forever was a big ask.