The Island Novels & Stories

Dark storm clouds were before us, just like my dream, that circled around the island at the center. The island that held Silisk. “That’s the most evil-looking island that I have ever seen,” Trei commented, making me turn to him. “So islands have faces now?” “Oh, come on. You know exactly what I mean. Can’t you see the numerous jagged rocks on the island? If that doesn’t look evil to you, then I don’t know what does.” He said while pointing to the island. He was right. There was something about the island that makes you want to cower a

“So. . . Mike, I was just wondering. Did Grandma and Grandpa mentioned the name of that island?” “Mystique Island.” He clears his throat before he continued and spoke using a British accent, “A mysterious island discovered by Grandma Fuchsia after married to Grandpa Martes. They said the island was made by enchanted people called ‘engkanto’ whom Grandma Fuchsia are friends with. She said it’s a portal-island to the ocean enchanted world or ‘encantadia ng karagatan’. The island can only be seen during Ber Months until the end of the summer.” “Uhmm. . . . What’s wrong with your voice?”What’s wrong wrong with your voice?”

Joshua followed him with an indifferent face. The scenery on the island was very beautiful, but neither Ted nor Joshua was in the mood to enjoy it. Joshua looked at Ted’s back, his eyes as cold as ice. How on earth could such a heartless man deliberately get close to him immediately after seeing him? “Do you know the name of this island?” Ted asked suddenly. “I don’t know,” Joshua replied. This island was a private island, and it was located in the international waters, not under the jurisdiction of Country Z. Besides, Ted had put tight security on this island, so few people knew this island.

No one knows the existence of the island except Mort, Klauss, Narco, the twins, Leroy and Lyric. Klauss drove the car to the sea bridge to the secret island. Mort was looking out through the opened window as he hugged the maiden to warm her, the dawn broke little by little in the East. The sea is so serene that its clarity seems to reflect the twinkling stars in the sky. The plinking of the wave-music was enthralling.

Maybe I had drunk too much seawater during the wreck. He stood above me waiting for my reply. I just got up and shoved him out of my way. I walked past him away from the hut. Manuel was there waiting. Manuel was the man he had talked to when we emerged from the jungle. He had explained the island was called “Ementiti Loco” and currently it had fifteen inhabitants. Plus Zayn and I made it seventeen. But Zayn had rudely explained to him that they weren’t going to be there long. If you asked me, I didn’t mind living on the island for the while but forever was a big ask.

I exclaimed as I leaned back in my chair. Florisse frowned at me. She insisted on using a spoon and fork, so I don't think she was very full. My brow furrowed into a smirk. "Spoiled brat," I said quietly. We were about to land on the Island that Paul had mentioned. I'm looking forward to swimming in the sea again. I set out to meet the Island in the distance. We're probably on the other side of Batangas. "This is Isla Verde," I said, looking at Argo's voice beside me.

“What is your island called?” Enzo looked dreamy as he replied with a sigh, “Isolda di San Pietro. The whole island is our territory, but as with most places nowadays, we share with the humans. The tourists keep our identity hidden, but you have to be a bit wolfy to be able to live permanently on the island. It's pack owned.” I resisted the urge to laugh at his “bit wolfy” comment, biting the inside of my cheek. I didn't want him thinking I was laughing about his home which he was clearly passionate about.

Flashback Chalk-white rocks jutted out of glass-clear water, sharp as the teeth of some sleeping sea god. The little island was almost deserted, save for a few twisted pines and a lone wooden shack in the distance, probably owned by a retired fisherman who’d traded storms for seagulls. Isola del Gallo. A name that sounded like either the title of an Italian erotic novel or the setting of an upscale murder. In reality, it was prettier than both.

He knows this world better than what I and Cayden know so he's the one who should decide for now. We're staying on an Island named Catanduanes. I've never heard of this place before. It even sounds new to me. It's not an isolated one. There are lots of people and tourists here and all of them are kind and approachable so as the old lady who's watching over dad's place when he's not her.

I frowned at him, but when I realized what he meant by not biting the glass, I blushed, remembering that night he asked me to hold them. “The island has a name?” Anya asked when he came with a bottle of whiskey and a pitcher of apple juice. “Yes,” he answered, pouring the rocks glass with liquor and the tall glass with apple juice. “Angela.” I took the apple juice glasses and gave one to Anya. “So, what’s the name?” Dylan asked him, taking the rocks glass from him. “Angela. It’s the name of the island,” he explained. My eyes flickered on him. “Why did you name the island Angela?” I asked him, blin