Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women -
Chapter 1586
Chapter 1586: Chapter 1586
The moment the light exploded from Jude’s body, it raced through the roots of the tree like wildfire - golden tendrils spiraling through stone, bark, and earth, rushing outward in every direction across the island. The tree shook with the force of it, branches groaning like ancient timbers in a storm. And far below, in a place none of them had touched, a deep, guttural sound echoed upward - an answering cry, low and female, like a breathless gasp rising from the island’s core.
Jude lay beneath Rose, his chest still heaving, the heat of their union shimmering in waves around them. Her body was soft against his, her breath trembling where it kissed the hollow of his neck. Around them, his wives pressed in, limbs tangled, skin slick, golden light still flickering where it pulsed in their chests. None of them moved at first. They were too spent, too overwhelmed, too full of the raw power they had stirred.
It was Lucy who stirred first, brushing damp hair from her forehead, her golden eyes wide. "Did we just wake something up?"
Rose slowly lifted herself from Jude’s chest, sweat glistening along her spine. "No," she whispered. "We called her. And she heard."
Emma sat up next, her legs folding beneath her. "She... the woman in the vision?"
"The dark one," Stella said, rubbing her arms as if suddenly cold.
"She’s more than just a woman," Zoey said, her voice hoarse from hours of moaning. "She’s something old. Something the island buried."
Sophie leaned against Jude’s side, her fingers lightly tracing his ribs. "And now it’s coming back."
Jude opened his eyes finally, a golden halo still flickering in them. "Not back," he said, voice rough. "Forward. It’s moving again."
Susan exhaled shakily. "Then what do we do now?"
Rose turned slowly to face them all. "We prepare."
Outside the tree, the sky had changed. Clouds swirled unnaturally, not dark but vibrant - purple and crimson, like the blood of gods. The birds had gone silent, and the wind no longer felt playful. It was warm. Heavy. Watching.
Jude stood first, his legs still weak, but the pulse of energy inside him driving him onward. He looked down at his chest. The mark had changed. What was once a single glowing shape had now branched into three. A root. A flame. A spiral.
Lucy stepped beside him, her fingers lightly touching the mark. "It’s a map."
Rose moved to join them, nodding slowly. "A sequence. Three points. Three trials."
Zoey tilted her head. "We’ve already passed one."
"The merging," Grace said. "The night the island took us into itself."
"The second was the pool," Natalie murmured. "Where we gave it our memory and love."
"This," Stella said, gesturing around the chamber, "was the third."
"No," Jude said quietly. "This was just the beginning of the third."
At that, silence fell.
Then the ground trembled - faint, but unmistakable.
They didn’t run. They dressed, slowly, with the weight of inevitability in every movement. The island had shaped them, kissed them, claimed them. But now it was revealing its teeth. And not in cruelty. In necessity.
When they emerged from the tree, the sun had vanished behind roiling clouds of amber and rose. The forest around them buzzed with energy. Flowers bloomed violently along the path. Vines twisted and danced without wind. And in the distance, from the eastern ridge, a sound rose - singing.
Not beautiful.
Not soft.
It was high-pitched and chaotic, dozens of voices overlapping in some language older than time. Jude stepped forward instinctively, the others fanning out around him. He recognized the direction of the sound - the site of the broken altar they’d once thought forgotten.
"We go there," he said.
They moved fast, barely speaking, naked beneath their wraps, hair wild, eyes glowing. They weren’t human anymore. Not entirely. They moved like wind. Like water. Like desire given form. And when they reached the altar, they found the stones lit from below by a flickering red glow.
She was there.
The dark woman.
She stood in the center of the altar, tall and naked, her skin the color of midnight soil, her body wrapped in spiraling tattoos that seemed to move on their own. Her hair fell in thick cords of living roots, and her eyes shimmered - not gold, but a deep violet that seemed to pierce straight through skin into soul.
Around her stood six others.
Women.
Half-formed.
Shadowy.
Like smoke given shape.
They whispered in a language none of them understood, yet all of them felt it.
She turned as they approached, her eyes locking on Jude immediately.
"I’ve waited," she said, her voice like cracked honey.
Lucy stepped forward, protective, fierce. "Who are you?"
The dark woman smiled. "I am what you left behind. What you refused to become."
Emma narrowed her eyes. "A warning."
The woman tilted her head. "A mirror ."
Sophie stood beside Jude, fists clenched. "We’ve accepted the island. We’ve become part of it."
"Yes," the woman purred. "But not all of it."
Rose stepped forward, voice cold and sharp. "What do you want?"
The dark woman’s gaze flicked to her. "To finish what was started. To complete the circle."
She raised her hand, and the red light flared. The altar cracked down the center. A pulse erupted outward, washing over the group like flame - but it didn’t burn. It tempted . Jude gasped as he felt it hit his chest - the pull, the need, the dark echo of the pleasure they’d shared - but twisted, sharpened, aching.
Lucy cried out, clutching her belly. "She’s trying to break the bond."
"She can’t ," Zoey snapped, grabbing her arm.
But Jude’s knees buckled.
He felt something inside him - something raw - begin to unravel.
Rose fell beside him, catching his shoulders. "Stay with us. Stay with us."
The dark woman’s voice rang out. "You belong to the island - but it belongs to me."
Then the shadows moved.
The six figures around her surged forward, not walking - gliding.
Emma shoved forward, intercepting one with a roar.
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