16 Lighthouse Rd Novels & Stories

Its red eye catches me off guard; I step away from the counter, holding my breath. The rabbit continues on until it's out of sight. There are back doors in the hall that lead outside. It has large windows and dark handles, and I unlock them to venture into the night. There's a small porch with a bench and empty flower pot. The porch steps lead straight into a sparse patch of grass like stone steps that descend directly into the ocean. My eyes bounce around for the rabbit even though I know I am out here for other reasons.

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

"Tonight, the road stays outside. Tonight, you don't take a single step that I don't provide for you." He kicked the door shut behind us, the interior of the lighthouse bathed in the amber glow of a dozen candles Jax and Vulture must have lit before our arrival. The room smelled of cedar, expensive bourbon, and the wild, clean scent of the ocean. He carried me up the spiral stone stairs, his heart beating a steady, powerful rhythm against my chest. When we reached the lantern room at the top—the space we had converted into our private sanctuary—he finally set me down. The room was a circle of glass, looking out over the churning, white-capped waves.

Just homeless folks or teens loitering there, none of it tied to our source. Day two, we broadened the search way out. Still nothing concrete. I was beginning to despair, thinking that perhaps she had cleared out of the whole area entirely, when Amaya called with actual useful information. “This is an important discovery. Isabelle bought the property through a business that is six layers deep in corporate cover. It takes me a long time to unravel all the dummy corporations and move the accounts offshore. It is an old lighthouse thirty miles north of your current location. She bought it two weeks ago after sending a threatening text from the airport,” I replied. “Give me the exact coordinates

Staying out of sight. The drive took twenty minutes. Winding coastal roads. Beautiful scenery that Sienna couldn't appreciate. Her mind was entirely focused on Leo. On getting him back safely. They parked at a small beach access point two kilometers from the lighthouse. Got out. Started the hike along the shore. The beach was rocky. Difficult to traverse. Sienna's feet slipped on wet stones. But she kept moving. Kept following Catarina's steady pace. Ahead, the lighthouse came into view. Perched on a rocky promontory. White tower against blue sky. Picturesque. Deadly.

The storm’s roar grew louder as they ascended, until at last they burst into the lantern room at the top of the lighthouse. The space was circular, glass panels cracked and clouded with salt. At its center, the massive Fresnel lens rotated slowly, powered by an old generator that hummed with stubborn life. The beam cut through the storm in long, sweeping arcs—white, blinding, relentless. Light. Dark. Light. Grey moved to the glass, scanning below. Three vehicles sat at the base of the lighthouse, positioned with surgical precision. Headlights pierced the rain like knives. “They’ve sealed the perimeter,” Lisa said. “This was never about chasing us.”

Krista asked. "Other than the road and the view, only the east end lighthouse at Spot Bay," Enoch replied. "It's about 15 minutes or so from here and then there's a walk of just over half a mile along a footpath to the lighthouse. It's a nice view at the top of the bluff." "We've been to Spot Bay," Susan said. "That sounds perfect. By the time we get there, I'll be able to walk, then I can walk off some of this food."

But Peanut nodded anyway. Then the lighthouse appeared again through the rain. Closer now. Much closer. Its dark shape stood against the storm. Waiting. Then Walter pointed. "There!" Everyone looked. A light. Inside the lighthouse. A real light. Moving. Someone was there. God. Someone was waiting. Fair. Please let them be friendly. Reasonable honestly. Then another scream echoed across the island. Closer this time. Much closer. The thing was gaining on them. Then Ava looked back.

Lunch was being served outdoors beneath the leafy splendor of a ring of flame trees. Beyond them, flight after flight of shallow steps adorned with classical statues descended to the white beach below. Demis Agelastos gave Lara a good look. He had a fiercely amused scrutinizing gaze. Flustered, Lara dropped down into her seat. One of the maids had awakened her and she hadn’t had much time to get ready. When she glanced up again, Christophe’s brilliant golden eyes were wandering with indolent satisfaction over her in a look as unashamedly physical as a caress. A deep flush of awareness colored her skin, making her desperately conscious of the unfamiliar ache between her thighs.

The dark clouds produced some lightning, completing the Dracula vibes of the House of Lamentation. A mailbox and its carved house’s address grabbed Cent’s attention. Street 666, House of Lamentation