Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

Chapter 1752: Chapter 1752

The platform beneath them glowed with runes that hadn’t been visible before. They spun slowly, patterns of light and language lost to time.

Each woman stepped into the circle, forming a ring around Jude.

Lucy, Rose, Sophie, Emma, Zoey, Grace, Stella, Natalie, Susan, Scarlet, and Layla.

The moment the circle was complete, the light intensified.

And then it poured upward into the heavens.

For a heartbeat, everything went still.

And then the sky opened.

It wasn’t clouds.

It wasn’t stars.

It was another island.

Floating.

Above them.

Alive.

Golden.

A second land.

A reflection.

A promise.

Jude felt his knees buckle, but Lucy caught him.

Rose touched his heart.

Alara’s voice echoed in their minds. You have awakened the twin.

Emma whispered, "What is it?"

Sophie reached up toward the glowing island. "A mirror."

Alara’s voice grew clearer. A future. One only you can reach. The island has grown too large for one form. It is splitting. Multiplying. You are the first to cross.

Grace gasped. "We’re meant to go there?"

Jude looked up, the light bathing his face. "We’re meant to build it."

And as the golden light wrapped around them again, lifting them into the air, the Axis trembling beneath them, the second island waiting above like a womb of stars, they knew.

This was only the beginning.

They rose in silence, lifted by the golden light not as bodies but as essences - bound by the island, by each other, by the pulse that had fused them into something greater. Jude felt it first: the slipping of weight, the surrender of gravity. Not like flying. Like floating in purpose.

Lucy’s hand gripped his tightly, her knuckles pale with wonder, her mouth parted in awe as the forest below shrank, as the Axis spiraled into distance beneath them. Around him, the others floated too - Rose with her calm smile, Sophie with eyes wide and fierce, Emma trembling with restrained emotion, Zoey laughing softly like the world was a game she’d just learned how to win. They drifted upward, arms brushing, hair rising around their faces like they were underwater, like they were being born again.

Above, the second island waited.

It was smaller - no more than a mile across at most - but impossibly lush. Suspended high above the original island, tethered by light and dream and pulse, it glowed from within. Its trees shimmered silver and gold, their leaves rustling with a music that echoed in Jude’s chest. The whole place breathed rhythmically, like a living being, and as they approached, it welcomed them - not with force, but invitation.

They touched down in the center of a wide, empty field carpeted in soft, blue-green moss that glowed faintly beneath their feet. There were no structures, no trees here - just an open circle, ringed with smooth stone pillars that hummed with residual heat.

As soon as Jude’s feet met the moss, the glow flared.

So did the others’.

Every one of them lit from within - subtle, radiant, alive. Jude looked at his wives, every one of them glistening with the island’s energy, their skin kissed by stars, their eyes reflecting more than mere sight. Something had entered them. Or something they’d always carried had been awakened here.

Rose stepped to the center of the circle. "This is the forge."

Jude moved to her side. "A place to build."

"Not just buildings," Grace said, her voice low with wonder. "Ourselves."

Alara’s voice returned, not aloud, but within them. This place is shaped by your will. Your desire. Your truth. Build here not what you need, but what you believe.

Emma stepped forward, barefoot and radiant. "We can make it anything?"

Anything you are ready to become.

The moss shifted beneath their feet, glowing brighter. Then it moved - rippling outward like water, forming lines, circles, grids. Paths appeared where none had existed. The pillars brightened, drawing geometric runes across their stone surfaces, each rune unique and resonant.

Lucy stepped forward, holding Jude’s hand, and whispered, "We should make a home."

Not a shelter. Not a fortress.

A home.

Together.

The others moved with her, forming a circle again. Hands clasped. Eyes closed. The moss beneath them pulsed in time with their heartbeats. Jude felt it: the connection. The bond. He could see their memories like stars inside his mind - each kiss, each embrace, every tear and laugh they’d shared on the island below.

He focused on the feeling of them - how they belonged to him, and he to them.

The moss stirred.

And from the ground, it rose.

A single spire at first, shaped of golden stone and glowing crystal, stretching upward into an elegant tower crowned with silver vines. Then wings extended - curving walls, open terraces, high-arched roofs woven with light and shadow. It bloomed like a flower under the sun of their unity. The architecture wasn’t human. It was emotional. Each curve expressed tenderness, trust, heat, vulnerability.

A sanctuary born from soul.

They gasped as it completed, standing around the structure with awe.

Jude felt the pull of it. The invitation. He stepped forward into the main archway, his bare feet meeting floors warm as skin. Inside was a single great hall, wide and circular, with a massive tree at the center growing upward through an opening in the roof. Its branches reached for the sky, leaves aglow with golden luminescence, its bark like smooth stone. The tree pulsed, just like the heartstone.

Sophie reached up to touch it. "It’s alive."

"It’s us," Rose said softly. "Our bond made real."

Natalie moved beside Jude, taking his hand and guiding it to the tree’s surface. "Touch it."

The moment his palm met the bark, memories flooded him.

Not visions this time. Feelings. Sensations.

Rose’s fingers laced in his hair during their first night.

Lucy’s laughter by the river.

Emma’s tears under moonlight.

Stella’s kiss, hungry and scared.

Susan’s whisper when she thought he slept.

Zoey’s wild devotion.

Sophie’s fire.

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Grace’s warmth.

Scarlet’s silent need.

Layla’s strength.

It was all there, rooted in this tree.