Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1223

Chapter 1223: Chapter 1223

As they stepped deeper into the trees, the forest changed again. It didn’t thicken - it quieted. The usual sounds of crickets, of the distant chitter of night creatures, fell into hush. The blue light pulsed every few seconds from up ahead, soft as breath but bright enough to mark a path. It illuminated the trunks and vines, casting their shadows like fingers against the canopy.

"Doesn’t feel like watcherscript," Susan whispered. "But... it almost resonates in the same place."

"It’s deeper," Rose said. "Not language. Not memory. Just presence."

The pulse grew stronger the farther they moved. Not louder, but more certain, like a heartbeat syncing with their own. Then, suddenly, the path opened.

They stepped out into a clearing unlike any they’d seen before.

The ground was a perfect circle - bare earth, but not dead. Instead, it pulsed faintly underfoot like warm clay. Vines twisted up from the outer edge, forming an arc above them, but the central focus was a stone rising from the earth in the middle.

Not carved.

Grown.

A standing monolith, smooth but not glossy, covered in faint lines that glowed blue with each pulse. They weren’t symbols. Not like watcherscript. Just lines. Intersecting. Spiraling. Like the veins inside a living thing.

Jude stepped forward slowly, his breath catching. "It’s alive."

Rose moved beside him. "Or it’s becoming."

Sophie’s hand touched his back. "Do we approach it?"

He looked at her, at the others. "We already have."

They circled the stone in silence, the light touching their faces, making their skin shimmer faintly. Lucy reached out a hand toward it. The moment her fingers brushed the surface, the pulse slowed. One beat. Then another.

And then it spoke.

Not in words. Not even in sound.

But inside them.

Jude gasped as a warmth bloomed through his chest, not fire, not pain - just knowing. Images flooded him. Not pictures. Feelings. The sensation of stone being born from water. Of vines twining upward into stars. Of skin pressed to skin in the dark, love forming something beyond breath or bone.

He stumbled back, heart racing. So did the others. Lucy’s lips parted in shock. Susan’s eyes filled with tears. Zoey grabbed Jude’s arm, her nails digging into his skin.

"It’s us," she breathed. "That’s us."

Sophie clutched her chest. "It feels like us."

"Not just us now," Emma whispered. "Us through time."

The stone glowed brighter for a moment, then dimmed. The pulse slowed further. Once every ten seconds. Then once every fifteen.

And then it stopped pulsing.

But the stone remained warm. Present.

Jude stepped closer, resting both hands against the stone’s surface. "What do you want from us?" he whispered.

A new pulse. This time from him.

The stone matched it.

And then the wives stepped forward one by one. Rose’s hands joined his, then Sophie’s. Lucy. Susan. Layla. Stella. Emma. Natalie. Grace. Scarlet. Zoey.

Each time one touched the stone, it pulsed again.

When the last hand touched it - twelve women and one man bound by flesh and spirit - the stone flared with golden-blue light.

And they felt it.

Something anchoring into them.

Not possession.

Connection.

The forest shuddered once around them, then quieted. The vines above twisted tighter, forming a dome of green and gold, and from the top, something bloomed - an enormous flower, white and blue and luminous. It opened wide, petals unfolding silently.

Then silence.

The glow faded.

The light inside the stone disappeared.

And the pulse didn’t return.

Everyone stood still.

Jude stepped back. "Did it end?"

Rose turned slowly, face unreadable. "No. It began."

Sophie whispered, "What did we just do?"

Stella looked down at her hand. "I don’t know. But I feel different."

Lucy closed her eyes. "Like something touched the part of me even I didn’t know how to name."

The flower above began to drop its petals - one by one. They drifted slowly, each glowing faintly, landing softly on shoulders, arms, hair.

Layla caught one in her hand and held it to her lips. "This is a sign. A blessing."

Zoey didn’t speak. She stared at the stone, her jaw tight.

Jude stepped toward her. "What is it?"

She looked at him, her eyes wide. "This isn’t watcherscript. This wasn’t made by the spiral. This... this wasn’t waiting for us."

"What do you mean?"

Zoey turned to the others, her voice trembling. "It didn’t call us. We called it."

Everyone stilled.

Rose’s breath hitched. "You think we created this?"

"Not just us," Zoey said. "What we became. When we bonded. When we broke and healed again. We shaped this with our emotions. Our choices."

"It was an answer to our questions," Emma said. "But we asked them together. And it answered in kind."

Lucy looked at Jude. "So... we really changed the island."

He met her gaze. "Maybe we are the island now."

They stood in the clearing a while longer, unsure if something else would happen. But the forest remained still. The flower above finally wilted, crumbling slowly into shimmering dust.

And then Jude said, "Let’s go home."

The walk back was quiet, peaceful, filled with touch and glances, as if everyone was carrying a secret they all shared. Their fingers brushed as they moved through the trees. Sometimes a hand would rest on a hip, or a cheek, or trace down a back with reverence. It wasn’t lust. It was reverence.

They reached the river and bathed again, but slower this time, with the kind of intimacy that came not from heat, but love. Jude and Sophie kissed under the moonlight, her hands cupping his face like he was the only thing anchoring her. Susan and Lucy lay beside the water, tracing patterns on each other’s stomachs.

Later, back at their forest shelters, no one wanted to sleep alone. They curled together in one space, limbs tangled, breath mingling. Jude found himself wrapped between Rose and Zoey, one hand held by Emma, the other buried in Stella’s curls.

Before sleep took him, he whispered to the night, "We’re ready."