The Island Of Missing Trees Novels & Stories

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.

Willie, I remember him telling me that the merperson addressed the group of islands as Lemenland. It was a mysterious group of islands. Nobody knew when the islands would reveal themselves or when they would disappear. When Dr. Willie had voyaged in search of the islands again, they had disappeared. The merperson and a member of the crew, as well as his precious video camera, were gone. It was as if it had never happened because he didn’t have the footage in the video camera to prove it. So Willie’s article was taken as a work of fabrication, and he couldn’t live with his head held high anymore since then.

At centre rose the ruined tower wrapped in thickest vines, blue‑white light streaming brightest from its top: true heart of island. Selena read slowly. “I repeated exactly the mistake that destroyed them,” she said trembling. “Tried beating you… and fed shadows instead.” Lea rested hand gently upon hers. “I thought rivalry made strength but it tears you apart.” Later we moved deeper toward the heartland, and soon felt new trouble: food became very scarce. Trees bore hardly anything; bushes stood empty; even small animals hid far away. “Island prepares for storm,” Kael said softly. “Nature pulls back its gifts beforehand.”

she said. “They’ll feel me.” The island had chosen her. And in doing so— It had let her go. Not free. But unhidden. The cost settled heavy in the clearing, as far above them the mountain exhaled, whole again, indifferent to the fragile human heart it had used to heal itself. And somewhere beyond the trees, something answered that quiet— a presence shifting, recalibrating, noting the loss. The Hunters would come. Not because the island was wounded— But because it was no longer standing between them.

As we reached the peak, the gold and emerald light of our resonance surged through the skiff, clearing the mist for miles and revealing the islands in their raw, terrifying beauty. "You're here, Emma," Félix rasped against my skin, his forehead resting against mine. "This is the only map that matters." We made landfall on Mnemosyne, the largest of the isles. The ground wasn't soil; it was a fine, violet sand that felt like powdered glass. The trees weren't wood; they were crystalline structures that projected images of the past into the air like translucent fruit. Lyra and Caelum were entranced. They ran through the crystal groves, their tiny hands reaching out to touch the "Memory-Fruits."

[Whitney, if I've let you down in this life, may I be cursed to never know happiness again. "Instead, I'll watch over you in silence forever, hoping for just one more glance from you. That's all I'll ever ask for." Epilogue "Everett, I adore the sea here!" Whitney exclaimed atop the mountain, her hair damp with the effort of the climb. Everett grinned, taking the mountain bike from her hands. "Let's head to Greisland!" she suggested, snuggling into his embrace and pointing to a picture in a travel book. "You once said you hate feeling lonely, and the sea in your painting looks so solitary. I want to experience it with you once more," she said, her eyes gleaming.

When it collapsed, its eyes dimmed, but the dark stain on the earth remained. Breathing hard, I wiped frost from my cheek and scanned the trees. “They’re stronger than we thought.” Silas nodded grimly. “And smarter.” We pressed on, the trail growing colder but no less ominous. Twisted trees gave way to a clearing where the ground was scorched black — a place of dark magic. “I don’t like this,” Mara said, voice low. “It feels like a trap.” “Stay close,” I ordered. “Nyx is watching.”

“The curse of your goddess brought a plague to our lands. Your absence only made it much worse.” “Guess the king should have married me in the first place, huh?” “Say whatever you want to say, but this is your fault,” he growls out. “My fault? How is this my fault?” For every three trees there were, there is now only one. The others lie rotting on the ground, inky glimmering fungi taking over the graying bark. The sun shines faintly before it dips down to leave us for the night. In the dim lighting that remains, the edge of a cliff comes into view.

A moment later, a logo popped up, along with the words “The Island.” A British male voice started speaking, but the camera didn’t show the narrator. Instead, it showed scenes that looked like something out of a hunting show to start with. As I listened to the narrator recapping the last episode, one of the images featured a slightly overweight man grappling with a shorter black woman. He held her down, forcing her onto all fours before climbing on top of her.

Chapter 82: Regal. Deep in the woods on the widest island known to mankind, a man cladded in black military vest launched atop a tree, seemingly to hide from someone. He spread some "wild leaves seed" on the ground to conceal his scent in the case of military dogs finding him and a polythene bag covered his shoes to hide his tracks. It was an island known as the Green Titans. The towering height and healthy green leaves of the trees earned it that name.