Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1247

Chapter 1247: Chapter 1247

Rose’s eyes locked on the woods. "It let us see it."

"Why?" Layla asked.

Sophie turned pale. "Because it’s ready."

No one spoke for a long time. The fire had died completely, leaving behind only the acrid scent of smoke and burnt leaves. Jude stood with his arms still around Emma, feeling her tremble against his chest as if her bones were vibrating from something she couldn’t fully explain. Around them, the others stared at the spot where the creature had stood. The memory of it clung to the air like ash - thin, inescapable, choking.

"It was smiling," Lucy whispered, her voice dry and brittle.

"It didn’t have a mouth," Stella said, barely audible.

"No," Rose murmured. "But it was smiling."

Sophie rubbed her arms as though suddenly freezing. "It showed itself on purpose. It wanted us to know it’s not hiding anymore."

Emma pulled back just enough to meet Jude’s eyes. "It didn’t want to hurt me. Not yet. It wanted to show me what it was. What it will become. That was... a message."

Jude’s jaw clenched. "Then we send a message back."

"Like what?" Grace asked. "How do you send a message to something like that?"

Layla stepped forward, her eyes sharper than they’d been since the river. "We fight."

Zoey shook her head. "You saw it. That thing doesn’t bleed. It doesn’t move like something we can kill."

"It doesn’t matter," Layla snapped. "We can’t just wait around for it to come back. It will take us, one by one. It already almost had me. It tried with Emma. Next time, it won’t stop."

Rose looked toward the trees. "It’s still watching us."

"How do you know?" Susan asked.

Rose’s eyes didn’t blink. "Because I’m listening."

The group began to move as if pulled by a silent thread. They gathered weapons - sharpened sticks, makeshift spears, the curved knives Zoey had shaped from bone and stone. Jude retrieved the smoothed axe head he kept hidden in the roots of the treehouse, the one he only brought out when things turned real. It was real now. Too real.

As they prepared, the sun rose higher, though the sky never fully cleared. The light was murky, filtered through gray clouds that seemed wrong, as if borrowed from some other world. The usual bird calls were absent. The island was holding its breath.

They moved together toward the spot where the creature had stood. Every step deeper into the woods felt like stepping into another kind of memory - one not made by them, but by something older. Something watching. The air grew cooler, but the humidity clung like sweat.

The trees grew closer together until the path narrowed. No one spoke. Even Layla and Rose, usually the ones to fill silence with laughter or flirtation, walked tense and quiet. Jude felt Emma’s hand slip into his. She squeezed once. He squeezed back.

Then Lucy paused. "Wait."

Everyone stopped.

She stepped to the side of the path and knelt. "Here."

Beneath a cluster of ferns, the soil had been disturbed. Not by wind. Not by rain. Something had clawed at it - ripped through roots, dug with force. But not searching. It looked more like a mark.

"Tracks?" Natalie asked.

"No," Lucy said. "More like... warnings."

Sophie crouched beside her. "There are three more. See? Around the edge of the clearing. Like it’s drawn a boundary."

Rose’s voice was hollow. "It’s claiming territory."

Jude felt it in his chest then - the slow, inevitable tightening. Like the island was folding in around them, inch by inch.

"We go in," he said.

Layla nodded. "Together."

They stepped into the clearing as one, and the shift in the air was immediate. The temperature dropped. The light dimmed. And the trees didn’t look like trees anymore - not entirely. They swayed slightly, as if breathing. Watching. Whispering.

In the center of the clearing was a stone formation none of them had seen before - twisting columns like petrified roots, curling together to form an archway. Something hummed faintly from within, a low vibration that made their teeth ache.

Rose approached first. She placed her palm against one of the columns. "It’s hollow."

Sophie stepped beside her. "Is it a doorway?"

"Or a prison," Emma murmured.

Jude stepped forward and pressed his hand beside Rose’s. The stone was cool, but not dead. It pulsed faintly, like something was on the other side, breathing.

Suddenly, Zoey gasped.

They turned.

She was staring at a nearby tree, frozen in place. Her hand trembled as she pointed.

Another creature stood there.

Smaller than the first, but only just.

Its skin was darker, almost liquid in appearance, with fingers that ended in sharpened points like bone.

It didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Just watched.

And smiled.

Another appeared beside it.

And another.

Layla stepped back. "There’s more."

They surrounded the clearing slowly, forming a silent perimeter of impossible forms. Each one slightly different. Each one smiling.

"They were inside the island," Emma whispered. "The first one showed me. They’re its children."

Jude raised his axe. "Do we fight?"

Rose’s eyes burned. "We have to."

She stepped forward, but before she could move again, one of the creatures raised a hand.

And spoke.

Not in words, but in thoughts. It pressed into their minds like cold smoke, pushing images and emotions directly into their heads.

We are the answer. You asked to survive. You asked to be free. We came.

Sophie clutched her head. "No - get out of my mind - "

You wanted purpose. You wanted unity. We give it. We take the fear away. We take the pain.

Jude resisted the pull. He grit his teeth, staring at the largest creature as it stepped forward through the ring. "At what cost?"

Self. Thought. You will not need it. Not when you are one.

Emma shouted, "We are one already!"

The creatures paused.

She stepped forward. "We built our unity ourselves. We earned it. You don’t get to take it and call it peace."

The largest creature tilted its head, curious.