Novel Islands In The Stream Novels & Stories

We stepped through together. The new realm unfolded as a paradise of floating crystal islands suspended in warm aurora skies. Gentle winds carried the sweet pollen of the crucible making every breath heighten desire. Lush gardens of glowing flowers bloomed in shapes reminiscent of breasts and open thighs. Streams of liquid light flowed between the islands carrying the Song in audible melodies.

At centre rose the ruined tower wrapped in thickest vines, blue‑white light streaming brightest from its top: true heart of island. Selena read slowly. “I repeated exactly the mistake that destroyed them,” she said trembling. “Tried beating you… and fed shadows instead.” Lea rested hand gently upon hers. “I thought rivalry made strength but it tears you apart.” Later we moved deeper toward the heartland, and soon felt new trouble: food became very scarce. Trees bore hardly anything; bushes stood empty; even small animals hid far away. “Island prepares for storm,” Kael said softly. “Nature pulls back its gifts beforehand.”

"No one will find us. Not him." “I own an island. Isolated. Untouched. Ours alone. No prying eyes, no whispers in the dark—just the crash of waves swallowing the past. There, I decide who stays alive. No locks. No stolen time. No running. Just us, where the world dies, and something new begins." "Say yes." I shifted closer, fingertips grazing hers. "And by sunrise tomorrow, we’re gone."

Marie Elizabeth Owens climbed off the sailboat and stood on the shore of the island that was to be her new home, her fresh start. The Island was thick with vegetation and the sky was a crisp and deep blue that you see in the paintings in the art galleries she heard about in letters from her late husband’s sister. Sinking into the pale cool sand from her weight against the loose ground. Her movements directed her toward a small shack where a man stood. His grey eyes were bold and devilish. Something about then rang to her as untrustworthy.

Wasn't it the life that she had always been pursuing? "I read a book once. There was a place on an island that was a paradise. That place had a bird as huge as a house, which could carry hundreds of people through the sky. It also had a fish with wings that could carry people across the sea. People there lived and worked in peace and contentment. They were able to enjoy all the delicious food in the world and do the things they enjoy doing. It was warm in the winter and cool in the summer. There were also magical medicines when they got sick." "Is that a mythological story?" Jasper asked, humoring her.

Meniscus, the only place; an object made of earth and air and fire and water, twice the sizes of the cooling moons, has sustained the growing life that the God of Man has successfully conjured. Divided into four lands, the north, east, south and the west, it had slowly flourished and turned into the marvelous state it is in now. On the northern part of the realm, situated between the Great Ice and the Varietal Sea, is the bountiful continent of Veldt. Dotted with numerous islets, it has been long painted as the precious gems of the North. One of this was the telltale paradise,most have heard from the mouth of marauders and voyager who had seen the premises, the city of Florin, land of the bl

When Stella returned to the Fire Ice Island, she focused all of her energy on cultivating. She delegated management of the island's affairs to her four brothers. The four brothers were a little dense and simple-minded, but the Ice Fire Island was far enough away from land that nothing disastrous occurred. The Ice Fire Island was located in an area with unusual climate features and was home to a special breed of fish known as the Ice Marrow Fish. The fish resembled a sea snake, snow-white in color and ice-cold to the touch. Its spiritual energy was unique, and it was considered an excellent health supplement for cultivators.

I didn’t even had a chance to say goodbye and I have regretted it all these years but now I’ll find you and tell you all we’ve missed. She closed her diary and gazed outside to the clouds. Time moved as slow as before. After spending hours gazing outside the window and thinking about her childhood in Nexorus with her grandfather and Wade, she finally reached the island. She came out from the airport and inhaled the beautiful fresh air. Nexorus Island was a small island in the middle of the ocean. It was far away from other islands and continents. It was surrounded with water. It had very less population but civilization was well developed.

And I want to kiss her at this very moment but I know we still haven't discussed our relationship status and I can't take a chance to offend her in any way. After shamelessly gawking at her beauty for a while, I woke her up as we were about to reach home. Her expression was priceless when she took a look at our destination. Well, I couldn't agree more darkland is a sight for eyes. There are chains of islands surrounded by the blue of the ocean as far as your gaze can take in. These islands can't be found on the world map, nor can a mundane person see them. It's proven one more time that my mate has supernatural blood running through her veins.

Currents whispered memories: battles lost, songs sung beneath eclipsed moons, voices of lovers drowned in devotion. When she opened her eyes again, the boat had stopped. And before her stood an island that should not exist. --- Aeltharuun was a memory made real. It rose from the sea in jagged cliffs and glass-still pools. Bioluminescent vines curled around marble ruins. Silver birds with too many eyes watched from trees made of bone and bark. The sky above was not sky—it was water. She could see fish swimming where clouds should have been. Elira stepped onto the shore.