Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1218

Chapter 1218: Chapter 1218

She began to chant, this time not watcherscript, but something softer. Words Jude didn’t know, but felt - like they were woven from the same threads that bound his soul to each of them. Their love. Their touch. Their heat and laughter and sorrow.

The shimmer drew close to her.

And as it did, each of the other wives - the converted ones - Emma, Layla, Grace, Stella, Natalie - they stepped into the circle beside Rose.

Chanting with her.

Their voices harmonized, layered like wind on waves, rising until the air around them shimmered, glowed.

Then Susan stepped forward too.

Sophie’s hand shot out, but Susan only shook her head. "We can’t beat it with fear. Only with love."

And one by one - Zoey, Lucy, even Sophie - they joined. The light grew brighter, wrapping around the presence, not trapping it, not binding it - just inviting.

Jude stood at the edge.

Alone.

Watching all of them, their voices rising into the stormy morning.

And in the center of it all - Rose.

Smiling.

Not wickedly.

Not possessed.

Just Rose.

He took a breath, stepped into the circle.

And the world turned white.

The whiteness swallowed everything.

For a moment, there was no sound, no ground, no heat or cold - only a strange, pulsing stillness, as if the world had inhaled and held it. Jude floated in it, surrounded not by air or light but feeling - the kind that wasn’t easy to name. Love. Loss. Desire. Regret. All pressed against him at once like arms wrapped from every direction.

He couldn’t see the others, but he could feel them. Susan’s warmth, Sophie’s stubborn fire, Lucy’s cautious hope, Zoey’s tension like a string pulled taut. And deeper still, he felt the others. Layla’s wildness, Emma’s calm, Grace’s unspoken wisdom. Even Natalie, Stella, and Rose - especially Rose - were like points of gravity in this impossible space, not separate bodies, but impressions in the same fabric.

It was like they had all been threads, and the spiral had gathered them into a single woven thing.

And then - just as suddenly - the light fractured.

A sound like wind shattering through glass roared past him, and Jude dropped - fell - crashed down into himself.

His knees hit soft ground. Sand. His fingers dug into it.

The beach.

He was back on the beach.

But not as it was.

The sky above was black now, a dome of velvet stars, spinning slowly, calmly. No sun, no clouds. Just constellations that didn’t belong to Earth. The ocean glowed faintly, bioluminescent waves lapping the shore like a heartbeat. And all around him, the spirals were back - etched in the sand again, glowing with a soft pulse, but now they shimmered in different colors. Twelve in total. But something had changed.

Each one pulsed in time with a heartbeat.

His.

Susan’s.

Sophie’s.

Every single wife’s.

The others were already on their knees, scattered around the spirals, dazed but breathing, blinking, touching their chests as if confirming their own bodies.

Sophie was the first to speak. "What... what did we just do?"

No one answered.

Rose stood at the center again, her body no longer glowing, no longer humming. Her dress hung limp, her hair tangled. She looked... human.

She looked tired.

But she was smiling.

"Are you still...?" Jude began.

She looked at him, and her smile softened. "I’m me. Just me."

The shimmer - the presence from before - was gone. Not dissolved, but absorbed.

Jude stood slowly, walking toward her. "Did we send it back?"

Rose shook her head. "No. We understood it. And it understood us."

Zoey sat back hard, exhaling. "You’re saying all it wanted was to be... hugged?"

Rose laughed, breathless. "No. Not hugged. Held. Seen. It didn’t know what we were. It thought we were fragments. Broken. And all it ever wanted to do was put us back together."

Susan looked around. "Then why did it hurt us?"

"Because it couldn’t tell the difference between pain and connection," Rose said quietly. "It didn’t know how to interpret us. Not until we showed it love."

Lucy whispered, "So... it’s gone?"

"No," Rose said. "It’s with us now. It left us a part of itself."

Sophie narrowed her eyes. "I don’t know if that makes me feel better."

"I know," Rose said. "But it’s not watching anymore. It’s listening. And we have the choice now - to stay as we are, or change."

Jude stepped closer to her. "You’re really back?"

Rose met his eyes. "Yes. All the way. And I remember everything."

He hesitated, then took her hand.

She squeezed his fingers, and for the first time in what felt like forever, her smile didn’t twist at the edges. It didn’t carry the echo of something else.

It was hers.

Behind them, the wives slowly gathered around the spirals. Some touched the symbols, others just stood close to one another. They were quiet, like people leaving a dream too rich to speak of right away.

Jude turned to the others. "We survived it."

Sophie crossed her arms. "Barely."

"We came back stronger," Rose said. "Together."

Zoey looked up at the strange constellations in the sky. "So what now?"

Rose looked toward the glowing ocean. "We start again. Only now, the island doesn’t feel like it’s pushing us away anymore. It’s waiting."

Lucy asked, "For what?"

Rose answered softly. "For us to choose where to go next."

Sophie scoffed, stepping beside Jude. "After all that, I just want a normal day. Fishing. Fruits. Maybe kissing someone who doesn’t glow and chant."

Jude grinned at her. "That can be arranged."

Susan chuckled. "Let’s not tempt the spiral just yet."

The sky began to shift. The constellations dimmed. Pale light returned at the edges of the horizon. Morning was coming again.

But this time, it wasn’t a warning.

It was a promise.

Jude pulled Rose into a hug, her arms locking around his back. She didn’t tremble. Didn’t whisper watcherscript. She just held him. Solid. Warm.

And behind them, the wives began to laugh - quiet, breathless - but full of life.