Novel & Cerita Savage Isle

Finally, it was a time to relax, but Celine felt everything but relaxation. Celine chose Ponza Island, a small island in Italy. She hoped for some quiet time for reflection since she read reviews somewhere that this small island is perfect for people who want some solitude and to enjoy nature. They were not wrong. Beautiful beach, crystal clear seawater, cute stores here and there. But there was nowhere she could indulge in her favorite hobby—shopping. Worse yet, most stores didn’t accept credit cards. Cash Only. Oh, two words that shouldn’t belong together.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

I can see how much he wants me, the tip of his cock poking out the top of the band of his shorts already glistening with pre cum. “Did you like me acting like a savage?” I breathe his eyes glinting amber as he nods, unable to voice a response. “I like you being a savage as well … alpha,” I purr and I see him snap whatever control he had. He grips my ankle tight pulling my leg taught whilst his other hand unleashes his claws he trails them from my mouth, down my neck before he adds more pressure splitting the fabric of my sports bra so my breasts bounce freely my nipples already peaked as I gasp for air. Fuck.

she said softly, brushing her hair behind her ear and shooting him a flirty glance. “You’re all a bunch of simps,” I muttered under my breath. “We’re going into a forest named Black Death… or whatever. Focus, please.” “Black Forest,” Abigail corrected, shoving me gently. “And stop being dramatic, V. You survived Morgana’s demon camp, what’s a little cursed forest?” “A cursed forest with magical creatures and poisonous plants and shifting paths.” “That’s just school rumors,” Abigail cut in again. “Rumors, my ass,” someone said from behind. “One guy went there for training last season. Came back bald. And mute. And with a tail.”

“Cut.” I did. She took the top card without looking and flipped it face up. It showed a dark forest, twisted trees, and a cloaked figure standing at its edge. The Path. Reversed. Madam Isolde stared at it for a moment. Then she looked at me like she was seeing something underneath my skin. “You’re standing at a threshold,” she said. “One step forward, and everything changes.” I swallowed. “That’s... vague.” Her gaze didn’t waver. “Once you enter their world, there is no turning back.”

"I’ve given your teams the first two. I will provide the third once I have confirmation that the Echoes have been moved to the island sanctuary we discussed." ​"The 'Island Sanctuary' is a security nightmare," the Governor of the Pacific Rim argued. "Forty-two individuals with their history, grouped together in a remote location? It looks like an insurgent cell in the making. The public is already calling them 'The Cursed.'" ​"The public calls them that because your media outlets need a boogeyman to explain the Reset," I snapped. "They are children. If you want the vaults, you sign the deed to the Haida Gwaii territory."

​The private island of Ilha de Prata was a jagged tooth of white sand and volcanic rock rising out of the turquoise expanse of the Indian Ocean. It was a place that didn't exist on any commercial map, a sovereign sanctuary Sierra had purchased under a shell company when she first realized that the world would never stop hunting her children. Here, the air was free of the metallic hum of the Spire and the suffocating scent of the Northern Alliance. It smelled only of salt, sun-drenched hibiscus, and the deep, terrifyingly quiet pulse of the sea.

He noticed the way their eyes had begun to change– not quite gold like hers, but a strange, iridescent green that seemed to catch the light in ways that should not be possible. “I guess that old man was right,” Salvaxe said, coming up beside Escuro. “What old man?” Escuro asked as he looked over at Salvaxe. “I was a part of the first group to come up onto the island,” Salvaxe said conversationally. “Where we neared the ruins, this old man appeared ahead of us. He warned us that no good would come from exploring the ruins.” Escuro remained quiet for a long moment as he processed Salvaxe’s words. “Do you know where he is?” he asked still deep in thought. “I have an idea,” Salvaxe said as he cr

“Why in the world are you having the security guard drag Ms. Savage away?” The girl behind the lecturn sticks to her guns–like a complete idiot. “She said her name was Ace Average,” she says with great insistence that she doesn’t have a hearing–or understanding–problem. “I most certainly did not!” I pull with all my might against the security guard’s grip and manage to get my arm free. “I am A. Savage, owner of Savage Enterprises, and I have never been so humiliated in my life!” That’s true–A. Savage has never been this humiliated before. Anna Young? Well, this doesn’t even come close to the most humiliated she’s ever been–and by the very woman I’m now relying on to help me.

I asked casually, taking a glass of water to wash down my food. “Alpha Dexton,” he said casually. “What?” I gasped, spitting the entire mouthful of water across the table. My heart slammed against my chest as I quickly ran over to him, dabbing his shirt with my sleeves. “I-I’m so sorry, forgive me.” I stammered, my hands shaking. I must really have nine lives to keep finding myself in danger. I had been in the courtesy of the Savage Wolf all along, acting defiantly. An Alpha known for his savagery and brutality.