Shutter Island Novels & Stories

They could tell how badly the company wanted to gut them limb from limb and tear them apart for just his amusement. Shirley slightly turned around to look for the door to see if it was still opened; as they left it wide open after entering. Shirley could barely see the door at first, but after her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, the whiteness of it made her easily pinpoint the location of the door. It was the only thing with color in the room, even if it could barely be seen. Shirley took a few gentle steps back, stretched both her hands for Chief Tador and Ackermann. She held their arms and kept going backward gently. They both understood what Shirley was up to, and they agreed w

The "Island" facility was a masterpiece of architectural isolation. Situated on a jagged outcrop in the Riau Archipelago, it was a place where the tropical sun felt cold. The walls were made of salt-resistant reinforced concrete, and the air was filtered through a dozen layers of charcoal and HEPA membranes. Inside, in a suite that looked more like a minimalist gallery than a cell, Catherine Thorne sat by a window that overlooked a sea she was forbidden to touch.

He smiled, seeing how natural and relaxed she seemed while asleep. Mark turned to look at the wall to his left, a large map of the Island about eight feet across with numbered pins stuck in it showing the location of each camera. It took him a minute, but he counted one hundred and thirty eight. "Holy fuck that's a lot of cameras." It took him another ten minutes to find the guide on how to use the system, and his eyes widened more than once at how it was set up. Each camera fed back to a server which sharpened the image and adjusted the distortion and brightness, cleaned up the sound and then fed it to another series of servers which recorded the feed from every camera. If there was no moti

What sent shivers down to Shane's spine and had his blood running cold was the next photograph shown behind the woman. It is identical to the relic he had. The one Mara needed in order to help them seal the gates of hell nearly nine years ago. Mara's necklace was found in the continent. A relic identical to the one he had is also present. Lara squeezed his arm and Damien placed his hand on Shane's shoulder. The three stood straight as they listen further to the woman. Another problem they have to face is that the island disappears once you step out of the area. It's as if it is asking you to find your way back or maybe it is telling them that they have no business with the mysterious land.

I close my eyes, focusing on her fingers soothingly stroking my hair and the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat. Raven Anita had fallen asleep on my chest as light rain pitter pattered against the windows. The trauma of that night still haunts her. Storms, like the one that just passed triggers PTSD attacks. I’m the only one who can calm her down. She’s been to an odd number of therapists but none of which can help her.

“Mrs. K, I need you to calm down, we don’t know who is here and if they will search the house, please, try hard to calm yourself.” Maddy nodded as her stomach cramped. She clenched her teeth and grabbed Leo’s hand. He frowned. This was not good. They were in a bunker, fortunately, they could see the entire property and there was no one outside. Just then Leo’s phone vibrated. “If you can talk, go ahead.” It was Andre. “Someone shot at us, then a bomb went off, it took the guest houses and a part of the main house. We are at the west end bunker but we need to move, Maddy is…” Leo looked at his pregnant Boss.

Harley gasps, fear quickly taking over the expression on her face, but all I can do is grin, knowing what's coming. "Shh, little bird. Sit down and relax." "Who's there?" Harley trembles as she finds her way to the couch, grabbing a throw pillow to cover her face from the events that are about to unfold. I keep my stance firm and confident, waiting for Callum to come to the living room, ready to end this fucking mess so I can have my little bird how I fucking want. I still don't know how I'm gonna kill this mother fucker yet. I brought my pistol and my switchblade, though. I hear the click of the hammer from Callum cocking his gun, and I shake my head and smile, knowing mine is already cocke

Breaking Through Boundaries The mechanical wail of the alarm from the lower harbor cut through the silence over Long Island. The sound rose to a shrill pitch, shattering the rhythm of the crashing waves growing increasingly wild offshore. Mavric Thorne moved swiftly toward the foot of the bed, his posture fiercely protective. The short-barreled firearm in his right hand clicked sharply as he cocked it, ready for action. Whoever dares to force a landing at this place has a death wish, Liora thought to herself, her gaze fixed on the tightly sealed hydraulic door. Cyber isolation was only just successfully implemented.

Tears gathered in her eyes. But Lyra knew those tears were fake and not genuine. "Explain what?" Lyra cut her off. Her voice was sharp. Hard. "Explain how my best friend slept with my mate while I was gone? Explain how you got pregnant with his children while he was promising to wait for me? Or explain how everyone in this pack knew about it and nobody told me?" Isla flinched like she'd been slapped. Some of the pack members had the decency to look ashamed now. They looked down at their feet. They found something fascinating to study on the walls. But most of them just kept staring at her with those cold, judging eyes.

"A place the Veil birthed and abandoned." The skiff grinds ashore, glass crunching beneath the hull. The island shifts, its spine-like ridges trembling as if stirred by breath. Eden steps onto the beach, his boots sinking into ash that whispers like spent embers. He sways, threads of starlight unraveling from his wrists to probe the ground. *"Don't,"* I warn. He doesn't listen. The threads plunge into the ash, and the island *shudders*. --- **The First Vessel**