Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 863 - 865

Chapter 863: Chapter 865

Jude moved through it all as if part of a dream, noting every detail. He saw the tiredness in Sophie’s eyes as she stirred the breakfast stew, the way Zoey stood unusually close to him when they passed in the garden, the faint tremble in Amelia’s hands as she sharpened a stick near the edge of camp. All of them acted almost normal. Almost. But there were cracks in the surface now, small enough to miss if he weren’t paying attention.

He watched them. He spoke to them, gently and without suspicion, and they smiled like nothing was wrong. But Jude’s mind churned beneath his calm expression. The voice in the forest, the blue flicker he’d seen, the seductive strangeness that overtook each of them, one by one, it wasn’t over. It was evolving.

After breakfast, he called for Emma to help him inspect the fish traps again. It was an excuse, and they both knew it, but she agreed without question. She always liked being near the water.

They walked in silence for a while, the morning air humid and thick with the scent of damp earth. The forest around them was still, but not comfortably so. It was the stillness of something watching.

Emma broke the silence. "You haven’t said anything."

Jude glanced at her. "About what?"

"About what happened yesterday. At the beach."

He didn’t answer immediately. The path dipped into a gully filled with broken stones and low ferns, and he focused on their footing as they descended. At the bottom, he turned to her.

"You tell me," he said. "What do you remember?"

Emma looked down, her brow furrowed. "That’s the thing. I don’t. I remember walking with you, talking about the tide. Then... there’s a gap. I remember looking at you and feeling..." she paused, eyes darkening slightly. "It wasn’t normal. Like I was someone else. Like someone else was... inside my head."

"Do you remember what you said?"

Emma shook her head. "No. But I remember how it felt. Like... I was hunting something. And I’d found it."

Jude stared at her for a long moment. "You weren’t alone. It’s been happening to the others too."

Emma’s eyes widened. "What is it, Jude? Is it the island?"

"I think it’s something inside the island. Something we haven’t seen before. It’s moving through all of you like a current."

Emma turned to the ocean as they reached the beach, her arms folded tight around her chest. The surf hissed gently against the rocks, calm and indifferent.

"What do we do?" she asked.

"We act like nothing’s wrong," Jude said. "We don’t provoke it. We don’t challenge it. Not until I understand what it is."

Emma nodded slowly, but her eyes didn’t leave the horizon.

They spent the next hour checking the traps. The fish were fewer than usual, and some had been oddly mutilated, scales torn, eyes missing, but the bodies uneaten. Jude said nothing of it, but he noted the pattern carefully. This was no animal’s work. It was too deliberate.

When they returned to camp, the atmosphere had shifted again. It was subtle, but Jude felt it instantly. A tension. An anticipation.

Susan was waiting near the fire pit, her stance casual, but her eyes too focused. She smiled at Jude, and he returned it, watching the way her shoulders moved, the way she tilted her head.

"Good haul?" she asked.

"Not bad," Jude replied. "A few strange ones."

"Strange how?"

"Damaged," he said. "Not like a predator. More like... something playing with them."

Susan frowned, then looked toward the trees. "Maybe the island’s bored."

He studied her. "Is that something you believe?"

She shrugged. "Stranger things have happened here."

And she walked away without another word.

That evening, the fire returned, and so did the circle. But this time, Jude didn’t speak first. He watched. Waited.

Natalie and Serena laughed about something at one end of the ring. Zoey rested against a tree, twirling a vine around her finger. Scarlett braided Amelia’s hair while humming softly. It looked normal. Sounded normal.

But Jude’s eyes never left their faces.

He was beginning to see it now, not just in their actions, but in the way they sometimes blinked too slowly, or smiled with too many teeth. Something alien had taken root in the familiar.

He stood finally, drawing all eyes to him.

"Last night," he said, "we heard something. Saw something."

A ripple moved through them.

"You all said you didn’t remember anything strange. But I think you do. You just don’t know it."

They exchanged glances, the same way they had the night before. But this time, the fear was deeper.

"I think it’s not just inside you," Jude said. "I think it’s learning. Adapting. Watching us through you."

No one spoke.

Jude took a step closer to the fire, the glow casting sharp shadows on his face. "I need all of you to think. Think hard. If there’s anything, anything, you’ve felt that wasn’t yours. A memory. A sound. A voice. A desire that didn’t belong to you."

Lucy spoke, her voice barely audible. "Sometimes... I see something, just in the corner of my eye. Something blue. Like a shimmer."

"That’s it," Jude said quickly. "That’s what I saw too."

"Then it’s real," Sophie whispered.

"Whatever it is," Jude said, "we’re not just experiencing it. We’re part of it. It’s inside this island, and it’s using us."

Emma’s voice was thin. "What does it want?"

Jude didn’t answer. He didn’t know.

The fire cracked sharply. Someone gasped.

And then, blue smoke. Not in the trees. Not in the shadows.

But rising, slowly, from the fire itself.

It twisted upward like a serpent, curling through the air, silent and shimmering.

They all saw it.

No one moved.

The smoke hovered above them, pulsing faintly, as though listening.

Then, just as suddenly, it dropped. Fast. Like a darting spear.

Straight into Grace.

She gasped and went stiff. Her head jerked back, and her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Jude leapt forward, catching her as she stumbled.