Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1673

Chapter 1673: Chapter 1673

Lucy stepped down, barefoot, glowing. The moment her feet touched the moss, small blossoms opened in her wake - pale white with golden centers, like stardust on petals.

Stella gasped. "She’s marking the ground."

"It’s blessing her," Zoey corrected, her voice hushed with awe. "Or maybe the other way around."

Susan stepped forward, reaching for Lucy’s hand. "You shouldn’t walk alone."

Lucy gave her a smile. "I’m not."

The women moved in, surrounding her without hesitation, forming a protective arc as they turned back toward the trail. Jude followed behind them, his gaze torn between the soft trail of blooming flowers behind Lucy and the golden shimmer still clinging to her skin like a second aura.

As they walked, the garden began to shift again. The vines rose along the walls, creating twisting patterns, etchings of their own faces, their joined bodies, their kisses, their union. It was like memory had embedded itself into the very architecture of the island.

"Do you see this?" Grace whispered.

"It’s telling our story," Natalie said. "In its own language."

Rose’s fingers brushed the glowing vines. "It’s remembering."

They exited the garden through the same curved arch, the stone breathing softly as they passed, the moss parting gently underfoot. Outside, the forest was waiting - quiet, golden, reverent. It had changed, just like the garden had. Flowers bloomed freely now, the air richer with scent, the trees bending inward protectively around them.

But something new was waiting.

At the center of the path stood the heartstone.

Except it wasn’t just a stone anymore.

The black crystal pulsed with gold and crimson, taller now, smooth and sharp-edged, shaped like a flame frozen in time. Alara was not beside it. But her presence was. It lingered in the air, like perfume, like prayer.

Lucy approached the crystal first, her fingers brushing its surface.

A tremor ran through the ground.

The light flared once.

And the runes carved into the forest floor ignited.

Lines of glowing language traced outward like veins from the crystal, forming a perfect circle, with twelve points. One for each wife. And at the center - Jude.

He stepped forward instinctively.

The forest seemed to lean closer.

Each wife took their place at a glowing point, moving without direction, as if the island itself guided their steps. When all twelve stood, their bodies glowing with soft golden light, Jude moved into the center.

He felt his chest rise and fall once - then again - before the pulse hit him.

The light beneath his feet surged upward in a pillar of fireless flame, wrapping him in warmth, in memory, in knowing. His breath hitched as the visions came.

He saw Lucy again - her body lit from within, life forming in her womb like a new sun.

He saw the island blooming beneath their feet, stretching outward, no longer shifting, but growing, stabilized by their union.

He saw others. Faces he didn’t know. Men. Women. Naked. Glowing. Coming toward the island from beyond the sea.

They were not here yet.

But they would come.

And Jude saw that they would look to him and his wives not as rulers, but as beacons. They would seek their guidance. Their light.

The pillar of light collapsed into him with a soundless burst.

He stumbled.

Rose caught him.

His body glowed brighter than ever before.

"You saw them," she whispered. "Didn’t you?"

He nodded, heart pounding. "They’re coming."

Lucy swayed slightly. "Then we have to prepare."

Emma crossed her arms, serious. "Prepare what, exactly? We don’t know if they’re like us. We don’t know what they want."

Zoey stepped forward. "We show them what we’ve become."

"We show them love," Stella added.

"And unity," Susan said.

Natalie brushed her thumb over her lips. "And power. If we have to."

Jude stood tall now, the energy still coursing through him. "We are the root. They are the bloom. But this island - this life - started with us. And we decide how it grows."

A hush fell over them again.

Then a breeze moved through the trees, whispering through the golden vines, stirring Lucy’s hair like a caress.

The first white blossom bloomed at her feet.

And then another.

And another.

They followed her all the way home.

That night, the stars burned closer than they ever had before, hanging heavy and bright over the forest canopy like eyes. Jude stood on the mossy rise above the pool where they had all been reborn, his body still tingling with the aftershock of the day’s revelations. Below him, the others moved with slow grace, preparing the evening fire, their laughter soft, their touches lingering. The island breathed with them now, every rustle of leaves and scent of blooming flowers laced with awareness.

Lucy lay in a circle of woven petals, her body outlined by faint pulses of gold that rose with each breath. She looked ethereal, not fragile - potent. The very air around her shimmered, as if her presence alone could shift the tides of the island. Sophie sat beside her, stroking her hair, while Emma hovered protectively, her hand never far from the blade she kept strapped to her thigh.

Rose moved to join Jude on the rise, wrapping an arm around his waist. "You feel them too, don’t you?"

He nodded. "They’re getting closer. I don’t know who they are, or when they’ll arrive... but I feel the sea pulling."

Rose tilted her face to the wind, closing her eyes. "They’re answering the same call we heard. The one we couldn’t explain. It’s not just ours anymore."

"It started with us," he murmured. "But we won’t be the only ones."

Rose looked at him, her eyes full of fire. "Then we need to decide what kind of world we’re offering them."

He turned to face her. "What do you want it to be?"

Rose touched his chest gently. "What do you want it to be? I’m okay with your wishes."

Jude looked down at the glowing camp, at the women he had loved and been remade by.