Treasure Island Illustrated Novels & Stories

"You can have whatever treasure we find—" "Oh, I know," he laughed, looking up at me over his shoulder, then he slipped through the doors and out of sight. *** Maeve I spread my fingers over the map, trying to make sense of the seemingly ancient script and hand drawn curves of the unfamiliar lands. It was so different compared to the maps Troy used to navigate the ship, so old-fashioned and almost mythical. I turned it upside down, looking at the tiny pictures along the margins; drawings of wolves and the moon cycles, of course. A strange looking flower and a man with red eyes. The Moon Goddess herself, depicted as a woman with long, flowing white hair covering her naked breasts, her skin sk

It reminded me of last night with Lena on the beach when the sea began to glow. Cash let go of my hand and I began to look around and noticed the colorful drawings on the cave walls. Stepping closer to them, I realized that it was the story of our people and how they came to this island. The first picture was of our people swimming following a female, which I assume was their Queen. The second picture was of them all on dry land, and I knew it had to be Boracay as it depicted vast luscious land and beautiful native flowers, I saw earlier today that Cash told me about. The third picture had me stopped in front of it as I took in the doglike creatures in the background and it dawned on me that

he inquired casually. She seemed startled from her reading, "O-oh. No. Just...looking at some illustrations." "Ah." He could smell a nervous scent wafting off of her. She was lying. But he didn't press the matter. He was too busy presently. Twillow stared at the illustrations and the fancily scrawled heading that read: Giants. The illustration looked like a horrible, drooling, sharp-toothed, yellow-eyed demon, with gray skin, a thick matted beard, and towered over the scribbled trees.

It should be! Should I open it? Should I? Or should I change my clothes first? Nevermind. I should open it now. I'm so excited! I always read about mystery and some of them is detective stories and there will be always about treasure chest! I read some of it. They were in an island and there was a game about finding treasures. On the way they solved many cases before actually finding the 'real' treasure but when they arrive, there were poisons surrounding the area ended up the people who organize the game was thieves who wants to take the treasure that is left by the owner of the island!

If we managed to get through this tunnel successfully and arrive on the shore of the main island, we would undoubtedly be safer there. “Miss Laura, you weren’t making things up, were you? Is there really treasure hidden here? And do the merpeople really have a lot of precious gems and an unlimited supply of gold?” “Yeah! And are there really merpeople on the island? So far, we’ve only seen the black one, and he didn’t look like he had any treasure.” The sailor who broke the silence prompted the others to engage in discussion. “I’m sure, don’t worry. When you return from the voyage, you’ll have immeasurable wealth that can be spent for generations.” A cold and emotionless female voice interru

The Island came into view and Mark stood up at the windows for a better look. It was gorgeous, a tropical paradise of palm trees and beautiful white sandy beaches. The cliffs that rose up out of the water to the east and west were natural and rugged and the structures he could see seemed to enhance the natural beauty rather than detract from it. "It's better than I imagined," Mark admitted. "I know," Jasmine said, standing beside him. "I love it here." Mark could feel the nerves building in his stomach again as the boat approached the pier and all too soon it was alongside it, the crew tying the Betsy against it. He could see several people waiting at the end of the pier and he took a deep b

"How much treasure are we talking about?" His black eyes were cool when they shifted back to her. She missed the heat she'd seen in his gaze down below, the hot desire that had burned in his eyes right before he grabbed her and kissed her. "Don't worry, I'm not planning to do anything stupid like go after the treasure myself," she assured him. "As fun as this has been, I know jack-squat about treasure hunting. I did read Treasure Island back in high school, but I'm not sure that counts."