Witch Island Novels & Stories

Meanwhile deep down, she knew it was her obligation to help the Greenwood pack because no matter how hard the two packs try to deny it, they are now like a family. Isabel smiled at her mate’s cheesiness and placed her hand on his, giving it gentle strokes. ‘What does the future hold for the both of them?’ she wondered as her eyelids began to droop. It was an hour and a half flight from the Pride pack to the Greenwood pack. Isabel brought Xavi along with twenty other warriors on the journey. She entrusted her dad with the task of taking care of the pack for the next twenty four hours as she doesn’t intend to spend more than a day in the Greenwood pack.

Melvin nodded and explained, "That's right. Your grandfather did not expire in prison all those years ago but instead was secretly transferred to another location. The mercenary smuggled your grandfather to a secret location, a desolate island of sorts, where he is said to be kept until now. "According to my sources, the island he is being held on is called Wraith Island, named so because every prisoner who enters the territory never emerges again unless in the form of a specter. Wraith Island is one of the most heavily guarded places on this earth, built specially to imprison the most dangerous criminals that ever walked this earth. "It is rumored that there are four generals guarding the i

Otherwise, he usually looked cold and emotionless. "Alright, we can have whatever you feel like having later." The helicopter had stopped at an island nearby. It was an island located on the Paciana Ocean. The island was called Monarda Island. Monarda Island had good weather all year round. Its scenery was gorgeous. It had beautiful beaches and was rich in sea produce. It was known as one of the most luxurious holiday destinations on the Paciana Ocean. Back when Monarda Island was being developed, the Hamilton Group participated in a number of projects on the island.

He kept that devilish grin on his face the entire time. I needed to think of something quick. When we get to... That was when I realized I had no idea where we were going. "Where are we going?" I asked immediately. He looked up with that annoying smile again. I could clearly see it on his face. You are so stupid to get on a plane before knowing where you are going. "Isle de la Guerra." He stated as though I should know where that bloody place is. I furrowed my brow. He looked at me and sighed. "It's a private island near Hawaii that I bought a few months ago." He stated then went back to his laptop...

Maybe I had drunk too much seawater during the wreck. He stood above me waiting for my reply. I just got up and shoved him out of my way. I walked past him away from the hut. Manuel was there waiting. Manuel was the man he had talked to when we emerged from the jungle. He had explained the island was called “Ementiti Loco” and currently it had fifteen inhabitants. Plus Zayn and I made it seventeen. But Zayn had rudely explained to him that they weren’t going to be there long. If you asked me, I didn’t mind living on the island for the while but forever was a big ask.

"I have a private island. Quiet, isolated, surrounded by untouched water and silence. Just one week, for you and your wife. No distractions. No intrusions." I knew of this private island he spoke of. Ilha de brisa. Island of the breeze. It was located somewhere off the coast of Brazil and definitely a sight for sore eyes. He reached into his coat, pulling out a black card and handing it over. I took it without breaking eye contact. "Consider it a gift," he added, forcing another smile. "To show I mean no harm." I returned the smile, though mine had a colder bite. A week, huh?! I guess we'd see just how harmless he really was.

He winked and said, "Ready for me." She wasn't quite ready to get naughty just yet. She wanted to flaunt her new discovery. She cleared her throat and claimed, "I'm thinking about buying an island - a vacation island." "An Island?" Evan asked, bemused. "Yes, an island. At the top of my head, I want to buy The White Coral Island," Shantelle described. The island she named was a famous island resort in the next town. "What do you think?" "You want me to buy you the island?" Evan asked, his hands on his waist, thinking.

I wish you could see it. Willemstad - where was that? It sounded familiar, but it took her a moment to remember the name of the island. Curaçao. One of the Caribbean islands under the Dutch flag. She'd read about it when she was researching honeymoon options. She'd been enchanted by a photograph of Willemstad's colorful waterfront buildings.

"No, just told him it was a business trip for a week and that I might get a promotion out of it." She nodded and sipped at her drink. "I've always loved these." Mark tasted his own and nodded in agreement. "Nice." "The pastry chef on the Island does a Mojito Sorbet. It's incredible." "Sounds it," Mark replied. "So tell me about the Island then. What's it like?"

“We have to leave here.” But her father lifted her hand. ‘No. You need to know. Now. Before he comes.” Mara felt her knees soft. She could hardly think. Your father was breathing hard. Then he said the words that changed everything: “This island is not a place for beach. She is a place to bring people they are. Mara stared at him. He continued. Every word a blow. “Asteria collects people to disappear. People without questions. Excluding Traces. Some are reported dead. Some are missing. Some have...