Treasure Island Illustrated Novels & Stories

“A topographical map?” The pirates were astonished. One of them asked, “You… What do you want from us?” “Cut the b*llshit! Why are you asking so many questions?” Celio Windsor slapped that pirate and threatened, “I will give you ten minutes to draw the map. Remember to include Skeleton Island’s arsenal and weaponry system. “If you do not do what we ask, just you wait for the torment of the eighteenth level of hell.” One of the pirates stared at Tyr Summers and the others with bloodshot eyes, as if he had strong integrity.

Every bad story started with treasure. Then Thomas kept reading. "We were wrong." Nobody liked that sentence. Nobody. Then another page. "We found an island that does not belong on any map." Lily felt her stomach tighten. The room grew quieter. Even the puppies stopped barking. As if they were listening too. Then Thomas turned another page. "We first saw it during a storm." Silence. Heavy silence. Then: "It appeared where there should have been open water." Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Then Thomas stopped reading.

A boy. They were holding hands. And above them, in the sky, was a star. "This map," Ethan said, handing it to Liam. "So we don't get lost. So we know where the treasure is." Liam took the drawing. He looked at it. His hand trembled, just a little. He looked at the stick figures. At the smiling faces. "This is excellent navigation," Liam said, his voice thick. He looked at Aurora. She was smiling, her eyes shining with tears she wasn't letting fall.

Kai grunts, “Arr, tis a shame. To mutiny against one so fair, is an injustice most foul.” He runs a finger down her cheek and she grins, “Should we track them down and take some revenge, Ellie o’ the sea?” She shakes her head, “A fine offer, but I feel that we should just beat them to the treasure.” She goes back to the kitchen, and finds a piece of paper and quickly sketches a map of the rooms, with a dotted line and an ‘X’ in the bedroom. She brings the map back to the living room, spreads the paper out on the coffee table and puts her finger on the ‘X’. “I believe it’s buried here.” Jessie and Danny grin having finished their chocolate bars and Danny traces his finger over the line.

I was the only place in the entire estate where no one looked at me and saw a mistake. That morning I carried my treasures there: the porcelain doll’s hand, the black scale (now wrapped in silk and hidden inside a tin box), and a book I had stolen from the library (The Chronicles of Eldoria, Volume III, the one with the torn page that showed a serpent prince with eyes of living fire). I was tracing the outline of his face with a finger when I heard humming. Soft. Sweet. Like warm honey dripping off a spoon. Isla toddled around the corner, dragging a stuffed rabbit twice her size. She wore a white dress embroidered with tiny roses, grass stains already on the hem. Her curls were tied with blu

The palm-sized paper was thin like a butterfly's wing, and something was added to it to make it resilient. After so many years, it wasn't damaged or torn at all. There was a painting on the paper, and it was drawn with a fine paintbrush. There was a mountain and a lake. There was also a forest of tall pine trees. Among the trees, there was a cross. Holly figured the treasure was buried at that spot. She stared at the drawing and studied it closely for a moment.

Dave said with a smile as he looked at me. Once again, I was taken aback. “Treasure island? Wait? Did you say you acquired it?“ I asked, almost in tears. Treasure Island was a small island that had been trending everywhere. It was such a small piece of land in the middle of the sea. Everyone was dying to visit it. I was sure that no amount of money could ever allow anyone to own a piece there. Dave rolled his eyes at me. “Someone told me that she would give me a kiss if I brought her to Treasure Island,” he said.

The thrill of discovery blended with the adrenaline coursing through her as the crew navigated their way toward the enemy’s treasure hold. When they breached the door, the sight took Amelia’s breath away. Chests piled high, overflowing with gold coins, shimmering jewels, and ancient artifacts glinting in the afternoon light filled the space with a resplendent glow. “Look at this!” she exclaimed, eyes wide as she felt the rush of exhilaration enveloping her. The crew descended upon the treasure, hearts racing with excitement as they unveiled riches greater than they had ever imagined. Gold coins clinked together, resounding like a sweet symphony of victory that played through their souls, lif

Ashe yells, causing me to startle. I had completely forgotten the treasure and the fact that we still had a job to complete, I was so lost in John and our kiss to even think clearly. I walk over to Ashe while Lizzie and Corie fix up my grandfather. There’s a heavy lock on it, that I break with the head of the shovel. Flipping the lid open, everyone gasps at what is inside: jewels, gold doubloons, and a painting. A painting of a beautiful woman with raven hair and pale skin, sharp cheekbones and full lips, blue eyes piercing through you as you look at her portrait. A soft smile plays on her lips in the painting, her blue eyes a gleam with mischief. Pulling the portrait out, I turn over the fr

“So tell me more, why did you break up with Heather? She seemed nice. It does seem like you don’t like the nice ones anymore. Don’t worry, I’ll link you up with the craziest one of them all. You just need to show up in that dingy town.” “I’m not looking for anything serious right now. Once I sort out this Lilith sh!t, I will go on to Illistra. Illistra was an island owned by an oil billionaire. It was where the richest of the rich went for vacations. The best thing about that island was that vast variety of beauties roaming around. Bill had even built a mansion that housed a number of them. And with all the daily parties, it was hard to get bored on that island. “Whatever you say man,” my fr