Stranded Novels & Stories

He was at a loss and was completely shattered. The issues mounted, a relentless tide of problems that threatened to engulf him, and Vicky felt himself adrift, unsure of how to stem the chaos. After Three Months One fateful night, as the weight of his struggles became almost too much to bear, Vicky's exhaustion gave way to despair, and he fell to his knees, his hands clasped together in a fervent prayer, pleading for guidance, for a lifeline to cling to, as he begged for the utmost strength to survive the turmoil that had become his life.

I assured. Of course, I recited inwardly. To be honest, I was terrified of being alone in such a deserted location without access to the internet or the phone at all. We were literally stranded. Stranded strangers and no one was coming for us. It was a horrific feeling, but yes, we would be okay. Optimism had to be my mantra for the night. “Want more?” He offered me the last piece of steak in the plastic can. I threw it inside my mouth and quietly chewed on it until it became so tender and began to tear. I was famished.

No ship, no harbour, no smoke or signal anywhere. “Hello…?” I called hoarse. From further along shore shapes moved slowly Elena, Liam, Maya, Marco… wet, shivering but alive. And then Alexus. He sat up slowly, pushing hair back. His proud face pale and eyes wide with true fear. Beside him his companion wept softly. He looked straight at me across empty sand. Arrogance gone only shock and something deeper: regret. We were stranded. No rescue near. No way out soon. And I knew already: this mist‑covered island would be where every hidden thing old pain, cruel plans, buried truth and strange sleeping magic finally comes into open.

I sobbed incoherent, broken body shuddering with the turbulence. “Come for us,” Dante growled breaking first. Orgasm detonated violent, transcendent as they filled me hot, claiming every convulsion. The plane leveled storm easing as we collapsed, panting, tangled in seats. Nadia’s voice cut through weak, mocking. “Touching. But the swarm doesn’t care about your love. It’s already stirring. Check your feeds.” Katarina’s laptop beeped alert flashing. “Pings from Yakutsk. Dormant strain activating. Low-level. But spreading.”

I stopped on my tracks, dropping Helen back on the couch and ran towards the phone after it beeped. It was a message, a message from Gavin. “Come get us, we are stranded. Jerry and I.” He sent the address too. Stranded? How?

I whispered but his eyes remained closed, his body scaringly very still. Not only did we just get played here, we were stranded also. I left my phone in the car and that most definitely would have blown up with the car, this place is a long way from the pack’s main road, I couldn’t carry him even if I wanted to. I tried to mindlink Seth or anybody in the pack, but I just found it hard to concentrate and connect to anyone, even Cole suddenly feels blocked out.

Caroline grabbed her phone and began shouting, "Come in, this is Captain Weiss! I need backup! I repeat, I need backup!" She tried over and over again, yet nobody ever seemed to respond. For some reason, her phone had suddenly lost signal to the outside world. With support from the outside world cut off, all 300 people were now as good as stranded in the middle of the sea as a storm was effectively upon them. Calm suddenly blanketed Erwen's mind. Retreat was no option. The only thing they had left was to fight! Fight to the death! Fight to their last breath! To their last breath… even with the sorrow of his desperation weighing down on him.

STRAYS' POV - THE REAL PLANS The stray camp was hidden deep within the forest, far from the watchful eyes of the pack. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint rustle of leaves, the shadows of the towering trees casting a dark blanket over their camp. The strays moved silently, their bodies tense, their eyes constantly scanning their surroundings. They were always on guard, always prepared for the possibility of an attack.

I babbled back excitedly “Ignascha won’t need to come back here then.” “If you want to do that, then fine, but I’m not staying behind with you.” Strangles unravelled himself so I could be lowered at the bottom of the stairs. The vines around my knee and arm remained constricted while the rest returned to reform Strangles’ body. “You won’t have much time left with Cassius’ acid in your spine. Make it quick and get out; for the kid’s sake.” My chest pulsed painfully for a moment, and I nodded. “Good luck” Strangles squeezed my shoulder, before scurrying up the stairs and out into the forest ahead.

And in her eyes there was something Mara was breathing. Pity. Not for itself. For them. Then Emilia said: “The one who is never stranded.” Mara felt how the world was hiding under her. Noah stepped between her. “Not now.” But it was too late. The words had already set themselves in it. The one who's never stranded. This meant that Someone was here deliberately. Not by chance. Not by an accident. Someone came and left. Maybe for years. The boat disappeared through the rock gaps. Then it got quiet.