Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 949

Chapter 949: Chapter 949

Jude turned and made his way back to the others. Their days had fallen into a rhythm again, but it was a different kind of peace now, not one born from comfort, but from vigilance. There was a tension coiled in everyone’s shoulders, a readiness in the air, like they were living in the moment before a storm.

Susan was the first to greet him in the hallway. She was already dressed in her leather hunting clothes, bow slung across her back, hair pulled tight. She didn’t ask where he’d gone. They both understood now, some journeys had to be taken alone, but the return was what mattered.

"Something’s coming," she said.

He nodded. "I think it’s already here."

In the kitchen, Lucy was stirring something thick and fragrant in a pot. Her hands were steady, movements slow and deliberate, but her eyes flicked to Jude when he entered. Behind her, Zoey and Stella were sharpening blades, and Rose sat at the table with a map spread open, marking circles and symbols no one could decipher but her.

Scarlet leaned in the doorway, arms crossed. "Tell me you found something useful up there."

"I found clarity," Jude said. "And a warning."

Layla scoffed lightly. "Wonderful. Because we were getting bored down here."

Jude walked to the map, brushing his fingers across Rose’s inked spirals. "There’s another layer beneath this island. We’ve always known. The underground tunnels were just the beginning. But the book, it speaks of a core. A sealed vault left behind by those who came before. Not gods, not monsters. Humans. Or something close to it."

Emma stood near the fire, feeding it small twigs, listening carefully. "And you think that’s where the dreams are coming from?"

"I think it’s where all of this began," Jude said. "Even before the gods. The vault holds memory, not power. And now that we’ve begun unraveling the story, the island wants us to see it."

Sophie stepped out from the stairwell, her hand resting gently on the wooden rail. "Why now?"

Jude looked around the room at all of them. "Because we’re ready."

It was strange to say it, but true. The island had tested them, tormented them, reshaped them. And they’d endured. Not just survived, but adapted, grown together in ways no world could have prepared them for. They’d built a home out of rot and ruin, and now the island was offering something more, perhaps understanding, perhaps salvation, perhaps something far more dangerous.

They spent the rest of the day preparing.

Scarlet and Serena reinforced the perimeter, setting traps not just for beasts, but for whatever might slip through dimensions. Grace brewed something thick and blue-green from her herb stores, muttering protections under her breath. Zoey and Stella practiced sparring in the yard, wooden blades cracking against each other like thunder.

Ashra stood with Jude in the garden, her hands buried in the soil, eyes closed. "The earth remembers," she whispered. "It’s stirring now. You’ve given it a reason."

"Then we should listen," Jude said.

That night, the faceless girl didn’t return. But something else did.

A sound, low and metallic, thrumming through the house just after midnight. It started in the walls, spread to the floorboards, and then climbed into their bones. Everyone woke at once, drawn toward the front of the house where the orchard’s edge met the clearing.

There, beneath the oldest tree, stood a figure.

Not a girl. Not a monster.

A man.

Tall, bare-chested, pale as moonlight. His eyes were solid black, and his body glowed faintly with symbols like circuitry. He was human, and not. Beautiful and terrible all at once. When he spoke, it was in the spiral language, but somehow they understood every word.

"You have remembered too much," he said. "The Vault must remain closed."

Jude stepped forward, heart pounding. "Who are you?"

"I am a remnant. A final failsafe. A piece left behind by the Architects to ensure the cycle continued."

"What cycle?" Susan demanded, arrow nocked before anyone could stop her.

"The forgetting," the man said calmly. "This island was never meant to be understood. It was made to erase, not reveal. You have interfered. That book should never have been touched."

"Too late for that," Zoey muttered.

Jude narrowed his eyes. "We deserve to know."

"No," the remnant said. "You desire to know. That is different."

Scarlet moved to stand beside Jude. "If this island was designed to erase, why build a vault at all?"

"To tempt you," the remnant said. "To test your restraint. Those who came before failed. So did the gods. So did you."

Jude reached for the ribbon tied at his side. "Then why are you here, instead of stopping us?"

The remnant looked down at the ribbon, then back at Jude with something almost like sorrow. "Because she chose you. The Dreamer. She whispered your name into the bones of the island. I am here to offer you a choice."

"What choice?"

"Return to forgetting," the remnant said. "Live your lives here in peace, in safety. Raise children. Grow old. The island will become paradise again. Or continue toward the Vault, and risk everything. Memory is a fire. It burns more than it warms."

There was no answer.

He vanished into the trees.

They didn’t sleep again that night.

In the morning, Jude sat with his wives around the campfire, the book open before them. The pages turned slowly as if the island itself weighed each movement.

"We need to vote," Emma said.

"No," Grace replied. "We need to decide. Together. No numbers. Just truth."

Susan nodded. "We’ve survived worse than memory. I say we go."

Layla shrugged. "I’m curious enough to risk it."

"I need to know what came before," Rose whispered. "It feels like something I already lost."

"I want to remember," Lucy said. "Even if it hurts."

Natalie was silent for a long moment, then spoke. "We’ve earned the truth."

Each voice followed, one by one, until only Jude remained. They all looked at him.

He stared at the flames, then the sky, then the book.

"We go."