Novel & Cerita Savage Isle

"Alright, smartass." "Sup Gage, is this the girl who will be surfing in tomorrow's game?" a voice interrupts. "Yes, she is. Axel, meet Dakoda Savage, the new upcoming star in the women's heat," Gage introduces. "Is that a fact?" Axel asks. "Fact!" I blurt out, capturing everyone's attention. "Show me what you got, girl," Axel challenges. "Show me what you got, girl," I mutter under my breath as I paddle out to catch my next wave.

The sound was intoxicating, pulling her focus away from her embarrassment and igniting a sense of wonder within her. “Wait… where are we?” she asked, her heart pounding with excitement as she took in the vibrant colors of the sky and the lush greenery surrounding them. Liam’s smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “We are in Belize. Welcome to my private island.” Isla’s breath caught in her throat, and her heart soared. “A private island?” she echoed, disbelief coloring her voice. “I’ve never been to a private island before!”

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.

Every summer they provide 30 criminals to participate in The Wilder Games, and they remain safe behind their walls. Divinora’s citizens are indoctrinated to believe all non humans are abominations, and witches are executed or exiled. Every summer, the city selects 30 so called criminals most of them witches, wildlings, and the poor, and sends them into the Killground as tribute to the beast lords. It is public televised spectacle, punishment, and dark tradition in one. The Savage Wilds of Egrarion Outside the walls lies a vast, dangerous realm known as The Savage Wilds. The Wilds are divided among powerful beast clans, each ruled by their own King and governed through regional Alpha Warlords

They come back after some time, and reply, “No scent trail, your highness. It is as though he was never present.” Malisha nods. She had expected it, but she had hoped not. It should be impossible though, but Sage mutters, “They masked it.” Malisha turns to look at him. “Magic?” She asks. Sage nods. “You are sure,” Malisha says. Sage nods once again. It means one thing, The Savages have grown. They had people with advanced skills. They had known it would not be that easy, but they had not known the extent of how hard it would be.

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

The descent into the Grenadines was no longer a flight into a "Green Hell." As the Vane Foundation’s VTOL (Vertical Take-Off and Landing) craft broke through the perpetual violet mist surrounding Isla de Sombra, the island revealed its transformation. It was no longer a jagged, defensive scar in the ocean; it was a gleaming lung of glass and obsidian.

’ Jeremy muttered as he slumped beside his passed-out mate and snuggled closer, his body still quivering from delicious aftershocks. They were in the forest on the beautiful Quain Islands. They’d gone for a run after Jeremy had finally managed to convince his mate to leave their bed. For the five days that they’d been on the Island, they were virtually always in bed with Jeremy deep inside Ryan. Ryan wouldn’t have it any other way. Even when they went for walks, they didn’t explore as much as Jeremy would have expected a zoology professor to because they always ended up fucking like bunnies. It was almost as if the Island and especially its forest, brought out the savage lust within them. So

Behind her, Raven adjusted the last of the gear: waterproof packs, encrypted transmitters, and the slim thermal cutters meant for ice tunneling. “This isn’t sabotage in the city streets,” Elise murmured, fastening her harness. “This is a fortress under miles of frozen ocean.” Raven didn’t look up. “Every fortress has vents. It’s about knowing where to cut.” Sophia nodded once. “Then we cut.” ---

Chapter 11 I stared at the glossy tablet screen in Matteo’s hand, gripping my glass of scotch so hard the crystal groaned in protest. The headline on The New York Observer's digital front page was practically screaming in bold, black letters: THE ICE KING THAWS: JULIAN VANCE UTTERLY BEWITCHED BY NEW BRIDE.