Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1241

Chapter 1241: Chapter 1241

Rose stepped back, clutching the shard in both hands. "I... I can’t hear it anymore."

Lucy reached for her. "Good. That’s good, Rose."

Layla’s lips twisted. "What did you do to her?"

"We woke her," Sophie said.

Layla rushed forward, but Jude blocked her path. "Stay back."

"You don’t understand!" Layla hissed. "You’re breaking it. You’re breaking everything!"

Rose’s face contorted with pain, the shard glowing brighter between her fingers. "It’s too loud. It’s screaming now - "

"Then let it scream," Jude said. "It means it’s scared."

Suddenly, the ground trembled.

Just a small quake, but everyone felt it. Leaves shook from the trees. Birds burst into the air.

Layla stumbled back, her face pale. Zoey grabbed her arm. Emma’s breathing grew shallow.

"It’s waking," Lucy said.

"No," Sophie murmured. "It’s angry."

Rose let out a sudden gasp, falling to her knees.

Jude caught her. "Rose!"

"I can feel it pulling," she whispered. "It doesn’t want to let go."

Jude took her face in his hands. "Then fight. Please."

She looked at him with desperation, tears falling now. "I’m trying."

Lucy stepped beside them and dropped a small pouch of dried herbs into Rose’s lap. "Burn these. Tonight. At your fire. Alone. It’ll keep it out of your mind long enough to choose."

Rose nodded shakily.

Layla, still frozen behind Jude, whispered, "You’ll ruin everything. It was beautiful."

"No," Jude said, looking back. "It was stolen."

And then, before anyone could speak again, a scream rang through the trees.

Everyone turned.

It was Natalie.

And she was standing at the edge of the sanctuary, pointing toward the sky.

Something massive loomed above the canopy.

Black, swirling, indistinct.

A shape without form, without edges.

A shadow that watched them all.

No one moved at first. Not even the wind. Natalie’s scream still echoed faintly across the trees, as if the island itself hadn’t decided yet whether to let it fade or carry it longer. The shadow above the canopy didn’t move like something alive - it rippled like a wound in the sky, an absence of light and shape. It hovered, enormous and silent, as if deciding whether it wanted to descend or remain in judgment from above.

Jude instinctively stepped in front of Rose. Sophie and Lucy flanked him without needing a word. Natalie stood frozen, one hand still raised, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. Her eyes were wide, too wide, as if whatever she’d seen had burned itself into her mind.

The rest of the camp emerged slowly from the trees, drawn by the scream. Layla, Zoey, Emma, Susan, Grace, Stella - all stared up at the shifting black mass above, their faces a mix of awe and dread. None of them spoke. Not even Rose.

Then, quietly, Rose whispered, "It followed me back."

Jude turned to her. "That thing?"

Rose nodded. "It was under the water. It didn’t speak in words, not the way we do. It sang, deep and low. It offered peace. Unity. It said we could all be one with the island... but it never said what that meant."

Lucy’s hand brushed against Jude’s. "It wants to wear us."

Sophie whispered, "Like skins."

Jude looked back up at the shape in the sky. "And now it’s no longer hiding."

For the first time, the shadow moved. Not like a creature descending - more like a tide beginning to shift. The edge of it brushed along the treetops, darkening everything beneath it. And though there was no sound, no wind, the forest trembled. The leaves turned inward. The birds vanished. And beneath Jude’s feet, the ground felt colder.

Zoey broke the silence. "It’s beautiful."

Everyone turned to her. Her expression was distant, dreamy. "Don’t you see? This is what we’ve been waiting for."

Layla nodded slowly, her voice low. "We were chosen."

Emma stepped forward too. "We’re meant to ascend."

"No," Sophie said, stepping in front of them. "That thing is not salvation."

Zoey’s eyes turned sharp. "You’re just afraid."

"Afraid of losing myself," Sophie snapped. "Afraid of losing you."

Jude held up a hand. "Stop. This isn’t them. It’s the thing speaking through them."

"I’m still me," Layla said. "But I see now. I see what matters."

"No, you see what it wants you to see," Lucy said. "The parts of you that crave closeness, belonging - it’s twisting them."

"It’s making you forget the cost," Rose added, her voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, it looked like something shifted in Zoey’s eyes. Something uncertain.

Then the sky flared.

The black mass pulsed once, like a heartbeat, and all of them fell to their knees - Jude, Sophie, Lucy, Rose, everyone. Not from pain, but from weight. It pressed down on them, invisible but immense, a force like gravity but deeper, more intimate. Jude’s breath caught in his throat. His thoughts blurred. He felt his memories flicker - flashes of the beach, the river, soft laughter in the treehouse, the warmth of Layla’s skin under moonlight, the smell of Sophie’s hair after rain.

The thing was in his mind.

He clenched his jaw and forced himself to his feet, blood pounding in his ears. Lucy staggered up beside him, and Sophie soon followed, shaking, but upright.

Then Rose stood.

"I won’t go back," she said softly. "Not again."

The weight faltered.

The thing pulsed again, but weaker this time.

It knew.

Jude stepped forward, facing the void. "You can’t have us. Not anymore."

From the other side of the clearing, Zoey stood too, her head tilted. "Then you’ll be alone."

"We’re together," Lucy growled. "That’s why you’re afraid."

The sky rippled again. A wave of darkness burst outward, not light, not air, just a pulse that made every leaf curl inward. Natalie screamed again, clutching her head and dropping to the ground. Susan rushed to her side, confused, trembling.

"It’s unraveling," Sophie said. "Whatever it’s using to hold them - it’s breaking."

"We can pull them back," Rose said. "Like you did with me."

Jude looked around, counting.

Nine of them were still under.