Shutter Island Novels & Stories

The guard hesitated, then held up a sleek black phone. On the screen was a single image. A photograph of Isabella. Taken inside the mansion. While she had been showering. Her stomach dropped. Beneath it were three words: She is next. The room fell into deadly silence. Dominic’s grip tightened around her. And for the first time Isabella felt true terror. Not of the man she had married. But of the darkness that had just found her.

“And get this—there was a whole group of tourists, like, a year ago? They all vanished here. Poof. The island ate them. That’s the secret. If we can catch anything on live stream, we’ll blow up. Our channel is so boring. This is our ticket.” So that’s my cover. A small-time streamer, here for clickbait and ghosts. I file it away. I don’t answer. I turn to look at the ocean, at the serene, sun-dappled waves rolling beside the ferry. My blood goes cold. Just beneath the surface, shadowing the hull, is a seething, dense cloud of small, pale shapes. Dozens. Hundreds. They have wide, unblinking eyes and mouths full of needle-thin teeth, opening and closing in silent unison. They aren’t fish. They

"It's the PTSD talking. You're waiting for the other shoe to drop." "Maybe," Liam admitted. "But Isabella taught me one thing: The shoe always drops." "Isabella is in Bedford Hills," Marcus reminded him. "She's making license plates. She can't hurt us." "Isabella isn't the only shark in the ocean." Liam turned back to the screen. "I'm going to run a manual trace," he said. "Just to be sure." "Now? It's Friday. Go home to your pregnant wife. Go play video games with your kid."

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

The stranger’s voice roared now. You will destabilize global systems. You will cause economic shock. You will create casualties. Isabella’s eyes filled but did not spill. Then let humanity decide how to recover. Not you. Ninety nine percent. Her thumb hovered over. The chamber vibrated violently. The synchronization bar froze at ninety nine. Waiting for completion. Or interruption. Alexander whispered. Choose. Isabella pressed confirm. The chamber exploded with white light. Every screen shattered into static. The synchronization bar disappeared. Emergency reset initiated.

"They were right there. They were right there and they didn't see us. We’re invisible, Mr. Coop." "We aren't invisible. We just weren't in their direct line of sight. Shadows are long at this hour. The smoke might have blended into the clouds." He sounded like he was trying to convince himself. We sat there until the last of the light died. The island dark, lit only by the cold stars. The hum of the jungle seemed louder tonight, more terrifying. "I need to... take a moment," Mr. Coop said, standing up stiffly. "Don't move from this spot."

The blue sky reflects on the water, as Katara and Desmond continue to paddle to reach the Shibura island. The island is located in the middle of a sea, and only five boat was being provided. It's was obvious, because the one who created this game knows. She wonders what is the next level? And what is with this shibura island? They continue to paddle until they reach the island, Desmond first who went out from the boat and then offered his hand to help her. She accepted his assistance and then set her foot to the ground of Shibura. The island was covered in violet mist, she can't help but to feel something strange. Is this supposed to scare them?

he says, "The only place where a shapeshifter can feel free to let his true nature show." I briefly wonder what Tidiane's true nature looks like. Shapeshifters are notorious for never showing their true selves. At present he has taken the form of a city worker. Grey suit, smart shoes, square leather briefcase. But he has added purple hair--from eyebrows to beard--and a tattoo of an anchor on his cheek. Mixed signals. And this Quiet Place? There are no quiet places in the city. Unless ... I gasp. "The Barren," I guess. "You go to the Barren to meditate."

Aria says. "I wouldn't do it if I thought it was putting you guys in danger. Don't worry about it." I say. Suddenly we felt the building shudder. Like there was an earthquake or something. So we all got up but it was a quick shudder. Not like an earthquake. But then it happened a second time. We all ran out to the courtyard and Angelo ran out behind us. The shadow witch was out there throwing bolts of power at the gate to the mansion. "What the hell is this?" I asked Angelo.

It looked to be a breathtaking sunset. “Can we watch the sunset?” I asked, already standing up. “Of course!” Gabe said, nearly knocking over his chair and taking my hand. I followed him out to the patio and we stepped up to the railing. The ocean sprawled out in front of us, all the way to the horizon, where the sun sat lonely on the water. The sky was on fire, making the incredible view from the island even more breathtaking. A warm breeze blew off of the sea, causing my hair to fall across my forehead. Gabe reached over and pushed the loose hair over my ear. His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me.