Wublins Island Novels & Stories

Caitlin and Caleb flew over miles of dark woods as they crossed Martha’s Vineyard, heading into the late afternoon sun. She marveled at how big the island was. She had imagined it to be a small place, but as she looked down, she realized that it was massive. The Aquinnah cliffs, where they were heading, were on the far corner of the island, all the way on the other side. Even flying at Caleb’s speed, it would take a while.

“You need to have better safeguards in place then, including physical eyes on the contestants at all times, rather than relying on your technology, if it isn’t sufficient.” Moreau nodded eagerly. “We’ve just been discussing that this morning, and plans are underway to both upgrade our power grid, and to add to the staff to ensure nothing like that happens again. That was before we knew someone had been in peril. I swear this will never happen again.” I didn’t know whether to believe him, but there wasn’t much I could do about it anyway. They were operating on an island in international waters, from the best I could guess, so there was no regulatory body to shut them down. I turned away from

Vukasin Island has everything you could want. Except . . . it’s really a prison. For werewolves. Or a detainment camp. I’m not sure what to call Vukasin Island, because its natural beauty contrasts with what it is, why it was established, what it has come to mean. So here’s some background, as my mother told me, when she deemed me old enough to hear the story: “The mainlanders set up Vukasin Island decades ago when the Lupine threat began getting out of hand,” she said.

"That depends who you appoint. We do have a shortlist of suitable candidates though, but in the meantime, the island is secure so it's not an immediately pressing concern." A thought struck Mark. "Is that why this boat's so kick-ass, but only used as a ferry?" Jasmine smiled, pleased that he'd made the connection. "If we're on the water, then we're vulnerable, so the boat has the power to get us far away from any threats very quickly, and if there's any we can't outrun, then Captain Wales and his crew are more than capable of fighting off any threats. He's an ex SEAL. So are his crew."

Ella replied. “But the cruises or ships arrive here only once every several years. It is a marooned island of werewolves. Occasionally, few humans come to visit the island. We werewolves have our own boundaries, and we try not to intrude into human habitation, and that is the reason that we don’t have our own ships and cruises to move outside this island.” The chauffeur said. Alpha Gabriel got annoyed as the chauffeur seemed to speak a lot, according to him. He didn’t like speaking much. He preferred to speak only when required. He looked scornfully at the chauffeur, who kept his mouth shut immediately. He knew how short-tempered the Alpha was.

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.