Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1614

Chapter 1614: Chapter 1614

On the other side, the terrain changed again.

It wasn’t a forest anymore.

It was a field.

Wide. Open. Covered in soft, amber grasses that shimmered with stardust. The sky above was deep purple, stars swirling in living spirals. At the center of the field stood a single stone structure - ancient, round, and open to the air, built of the same glowing crystal as the pool altar. It pulsed faintly, waiting.

Scarlet reached for Jude’s hand. "I feel like we’ve crossed into something sacred."

"We have," Rose said, her voice lower now, thick with emotion. "This is the island’s heart."

Stella’s brow furrowed. "We’ve been through the tree. Through the root womb. What could be deeper than that?"

Jude stepped toward the structure.

Inside were cushions - soft, petal-stitched nests of moss and silk and skin-warm stone. But at the center, a platform rose again. Familiar in shape. But this time, there was no ritual energy. No glow. Just silence. Just peace.

And one object rested there.

A seed.

Perfectly round. Black as the void. Shot through with gold veins that pulsed faintly, like breath in a sleeping child.

Jude’s steps slowed.

His hands trembled as he reached for it.

Lucy pressed her palm to his back. "It’s yours."

"No," he said, his voice raw. "It’s ours. "

As his fingers curled around the seed, warmth spread through him like sunlight in winter. It wasn’t erotic. It wasn’t even mystical. It was true. A weight he hadn’t known he carried slipped away, replaced by a clarity he had never felt before.

He turned to the circle of women behind him.

"This is why we were brought here," he said.

Emma stepped closer. "To plant it?"

Sophie nodded. "To nurture it."

Zoey tilted her head. "Or... to become it."

The words settled like dew on skin.

They didn’t have to choose now. Not tonight. The seed wasn’t demanding. It was simply present, waiting for the moment they were ready to act. Jude cradled it to his chest and lowered himself to the platform. The others joined him, slowly, softly, curling around him in the sacred circle they had formed so many times. But now, it was gentler.

There was no lust this time.

Only love.

Rose lay beside him and kissed the center of his chest, above where the seed rested. "We’ve done what no one before us has done."

Susan curled into his side, one leg tangled with his. "And yet it feels like we’ve only just begun."

Natalie yawned, sleep already pulling at her. "We’ll wake to something new tomorrow. We always do."

Sophie kissed Jude’s forehead and settled at his shoulder. "Then let’s sleep as one."

And they did.

Thirteen bodies.

One breath.

The seed nestled in their center, beating quietly.

The sky spun above them, full of starlight and dreams.

And the island watched.

Its breath slow. Its heart full.

Because its chosen were no longer simply awake.

They were home.

When morning came, it didn’t arrive with a sunrise, but with a soft rolling light that flowed over the field like mist. It kissed their skin, warmed their faces, and wove through the amber grass in threads of silver and gold. Jude stirred first, his arm wrapped around Lucy, the seed still tucked gently between them. It pulsed softly, not with need, but with patience. It didn’t rush them. It waited, a part of them now, like a promise nestled between breaths.

The others were already waking. Zoey stretched with a long, satisfied sigh, her fingers grazing Grace’s hip. Stella blinked into the light and rolled closer to Natalie, who smiled in her sleep. Rose lay with her eyes open, watching the shimmer of the new dawn with that same quiet reverence she had worn since the very first time she touched the roots. Jude met her gaze. She smiled.

"No more dreams," she whispered.

"No," he replied, brushing a hand through Lucy’s hair. "This is all real now."

Sophie sat up, hair tangled and wild, her skin glowing with the same soft gold they all carried now. "I dreamed anyway," she said. "But it wasn’t like before. It wasn’t from the island. It was... us."

Emma pushed up beside her. "Me too. We were flying. All of us. Over the sea."

Scarlet yawned, blinking at the sky. "I dreamed we weren’t even human anymore. We were light. Music. Energy."

"That wasn’t just a dream," Rose said, sitting up slowly. "It’s what we’ve become. Part of us will always be this now."

Susan sat cross-legged, rubbing her arms as if trying to feel her shape. "Then what happens next?"

Jude sat up, cradling the seed between his palms. "We plant it."

All heads turned toward him.

The seed had changed. Overnight, it had grown faint roots - thin, curling tendrils that clung softly to Jude’s skin, like it was reaching. Rose reached out and gently touched one. It curled around her fingertip like a child’s hand.

"It’s ready," she said.

"But where?" Stella asked.

They all looked around. The grove shimmered, perfect and holy, but it wasn’t a place of burial or beginning. It was a place of rest.

"We go to the beginning," Lucy whispered.

"The beach," Zoey said with a slow nod. "Where we first arrived."

Sophie frowned. "Why not here? This is sacred now."

Emma shook her head. "Because that’s where we came into this. That’s where we were reborn, even before we knew it."

Rose stood, completely bare, glowing like a sunrise incarnate. "Then we go together."

They dressed simply, wrapping themselves in vines and silk-like leaves that clung gently to their skin, more for ceremony than modesty. Jude carried the seed. The others walked beside him, their steps soft, reverent. The path back to the beach had changed again - now lined with wild orchids that bowed as they passed, and trees that tilted subtly, watching them go.

The forest didn’t challenge them. It honored them.

When they stepped from the trees, the sea stretched wide and open, sparkling beneath a violet-tinged sky.