Witch Island Novels & Stories

His cool voice and reasons made her roll her eyes. “Or you can’t swim?” She questioned a potential fact. She didn't care much about the issue that he said someone had chosen this island as a holiday destination for him. She was more interested in knowing he hadn’t gone for a swim despite being on an island. “Of course, I can swim. I even won some medals in school back then” Yeah, Whatever. “Or are you afraid of sharks?” “The statistics of shark attacks in this area for the past hundred years is zero, I have checked.” The answer made her roll her eyes again.

Only two executives are left until we reach the top of the food chain. I hear the sounds of machines as I look over at Kendall's side; sparks of blue light appear on or off as she works on another one of her crazy gadgets. I went through my head, figuring out the purpose of the island Eva purchased. She calls it Paradise Island, a small island off the coast of the Caribbean. Our air support captured the island unseen, and it only captured a small hut and no visual of Hugo or Eva. "What the hell is on that island?" I mumbled. I rub my head before my brain can be fried from all this thinking.

Corie says, rolling her eyes at me. “Roll those eyes at me again granddaughter and I’ll make sure you go back to the future without helping us.” I warn. She immediately clammed up, sealing her lips as if she were locking them with a key and then throwing said key over her shoulder. Women are strange. “The island we are going to is known as the Thrice Cursed Island so you need to be aware of your surroundings. We have never made landfall there, so we don’t know what we will find there. Since we found out that the Moon Goddess and witches are in fact real, we need to be prepared for anything.” William explains.

My wolf was unpredictable and wanted things that I could not oblige. This fortress was a small island that was two hundred and fifty-seven miles west of Morro Bay, consisting of 568 square miles of land. Forestry surrounds the waterfront of the island with one main entry for boats and helicopters. The asphalt driveway began on the compound to the center of the land, where all establishments were inclusive of adjoining two-bedroom two-storey timber frame cabins stretching across the entire central area. Situated like townhouses, these dwellings accommodate each pack's alpha and beta.

I took few steps to the table where they were, to pick them. The man at the door who had called me earlier was speechless when I came out of my room. 'Why is he looking lost?' I wondered. I waved my hand over his face to draw his attention. "Hello." "Uhm... Yes. Three minutes remaining." "Alright." "You're putting on your microphone and name tag right?" "Yes." I pointed at where I had put both of them. I could hear the booming voice of the host from where I stood. "It's your host again, Logan Ward. Welcome to the eleventh season of Love Isle. As usual, we have ten singletons from all walks of life. They will be living together in this luxurious villa, hoping to find their perfect match."

“She’s got you there, bro.” Zion groaned and dropped his head back against the couch. “Fine. Maybe I did mention an island.” Xalia gasped dramatically. “Wait. Can I come live on the island?” “No,” Zion answered immediately. “What?!” “It’s her island.” “Rude.” “Extremely.” Tovar wrapped an arm around Xalia’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, babe. If he buys her an island, I’ll buy you the neighboring one.” “Oh, now we’re talking,” Xalia declared.

folder lay open before her, its pages illuminated by the harsh, flickering hum of a fluorescent bulb that sounded like a trapped insect. She wasn't looking at the lab reports anymore. She was staring at her father’s map. The island was a tiny, jagged speck in the Grenadines called Isla de Sombra—Shadow Island. It didn't appear on any commercial nautical charts, but in the Vane family ledger, it was listed as the "Primary Asset."

Silence fell, and I ignored the heaviness in my chest as Teyanna chattered on, definitely trying to distract us from what had just happened. Once our orders were taken, she had one of the waiters direct us to a seat close to the view of the beach. "Uhm, do they know I'm not your wife?" I asked, barely able to hold back my curiosity. Maruska didn't give me a response. Instead, he pulled out a seat for me. "Where did you say we are?" I asked, taking my seat and trying to avoid any awkward conversation about what happened at the counter. "One of the islands I own. Sakhalin island. It's a tropical island. Aren't they all tropical?"

Zaliver found this place before the humans did. “Because that’s what I want you to see. To keep everyone away from the border, we made the island invisible or almost submerged. The lands are actually a lot bigger than you think, perhaps as big as Texas. That’s why when planes, boats, or anything else related tries to get close, they’re either met ahead by a storm, sinkhole, tidal waves, or even lightning. It’s the border keeping everyone away,” he said his amazing idea proudly.

But it also meant that it would be difficult for me to reach the island. “Of course not. Those are just rumors. Many ships have been wrecked because of the reef and most of the reef is in the water, so it’s hard for the sailors to tell where the reef is and avoid it. There are sharks on this island, but few. The name of the island is Palaca,” he replied as he went back to talking to someone. “Then how did you know where the reef was? And what ship are you using now?” I asked curiously.