Witch Island Novels & Stories

But facing this girl, she couldn't help feeling a bit shaken. Camellia chuckled, but as she and Rose caught sight of a large patch of white roses, they both froze. Camellias pondered, "Laura, who owns this island?" "I do!" Laura said firmly. Wind Island was hers, the only place in the world she could call home, despite its bloodshed and brutality. It was the only place she truly belonged. Rose scanned the sea of flowers with deep, cold eyes. Was it really a coincidence? She and Camellia couldn't help but stop in their tracks.

“You’re out way past your bedtime.” “Ha, ha,” Elliott fake laughed. Cadence marveled at her husband’s accuracy as their mutual best friend walked in. “I’m not, but why are you still awake, kid? Shouldn’t you be sawing logs?” “I’ll probably regret it tomorrow, but I’m all out of whack.” “Oh, yeah, isn’t that the largest island in Fiji? Whack Island. Lovely in the spring.” “Why are you here, Elliot?” Aaron asked, resuming his seat as Elliott dropped into a chair near Cadence. “Not that you aren’t welcome, but your visits usually don’t happen this late at night.”

Days later, they reached a small island of less than eight square miles, located in the middle of the Windward Islands of French Polynesia. The island—sold to a Silicon Valley tycoon around eight years ago—was extensively developed as a private retreat with exceptional amenities. It had its own port where medium-sized yachts and seaplanes could dock, along with a small, over-a-mile-long airstrip where small jets and fixed-wing aircraft could land. Claire and her family disembarked from the freighter in the middle of international waters, boarding a seaplane that flew them directly to the island. Before landing, Elaine and Jacob were stunned as they looked out of the seaplane.

I pushed myself off the floor, desperate to escape the conversation before I blurted out my spiraling thoughts. Later, as I poured myself a glass of water in the kitchen, Chris appeared again. “Are you prepared?” he asked casually. “Prepared for what?” I frowned. “A week on the island,” he said, leaning against the counter. “Aren’t you excited?” I stared at him, confused. “What island?” His eyes widened as if he’d just realized something. “Oh... um... right.” “Chris, tell me,” I demanded, narrowing my eyes. “It’s Isaac’s wedding,” he explained reluctantly. “It’s happening on the island he shares with Mr. Han. I thought you were invited.”

*Isla* It’s a beautiful, clear night. Waves brush against the rocky shore of the private island in the Teal Isles, a small group of islands roughly forty miles south of Maatua. The moon is full and bright, casting a long silver beam across the practically still ocean. On a night like this, Maddox and I normally would have shifted and gone for a nice long run through the tropical forest surrounding Maatua. But now I’m standing by a window in a snug, wood paneled bedroom in the massive vacation home of the Alpha and Luna of Maatua wondering how we got to this point.

I was kicked, you can just touch me. "I know. I know. That's why you're asking, right?" I answered this annoyed. It's very OA because it's acting and it's obvious. "This one is high blood. But anyways, Snow Fall is an island located in the western ocean and there are many islands there. The place is breathtaking and a perfect getaway vacation." Gen answered me. I frowned. "Have you gone?" I still ask here. It shook its head. "That's why I want to go."

His leg would have been fully healed by now as well so he should have begun to settle in. When they got there, he was a lot brighter and more cheerful than any other time they had seen him. It was a relief to hear and Jill knew from library rumours that Wren adored fish. Pololia Island was both a hospital for fish and a research lab. Everything they did was to help the creatures of the ocean to heal.

I said, swatting him. I got to my feet and went to the fire place, staring at the burning flickers. I knew everyone was waiting for me to say something, waiting for me to have the answers. I’m not a damn strategist, I’m not a warrior. But I do know how to throw a hell of a party. “Grayson, do you still have a ward over Ni’ihau,” I asked. It was a very remote, small island near Hawaii that he commandeered for his own little escapades. He warded it to keep out humans and really anyone else so he could have it for himself. We’d had many a tryst there over the last few centuries.

I mean, the Maldives are lovely, but there's something about this place that sets it apart from the others. A few kilometers away from our boat, I noticed an island with a church. I assumed we were on our way to that island. "What exactly is that island?" I inquired of Aries. "That one? That's a different town. That is Salvacion "He responded. "People go to their church if they want to make a wish," Mamita explained. I gave a nod. I'd like to visit there someday. I noticed an islet just meters away from us a few minutes later. It was only small, with a concrete port at the edge and a sand bar on the other side.

“Anyone who says otherwise is a liar. The last Katrall died in the Palace during the massacre about 120 years ago.” Kenward laughed. “All except for a young Princess just ten years old. I come from the stronghold on the Island Isla pussy cat.” Roowl growled. “What is a puny Island filled with snivelling Humans to me?” Kenward continued to laugh mockingly as Roowl’s tail began to fluff out. “We are an Island of secrets and spies kitten.” Roowl growled as another Mrawler whispered something into her ear. Roowl’s head disappeared and a loud howling was heard. All purring stopped and a series of mewing, screeching and yowling was heard.