16 Lighthouse Rd Novels & Stories

I do because arguing with Ruth is pointless and because I actually am hungry for a few minutes the kitchen is just sounds forks scraping plates, the coffee machine, Keenan tapping his foot like it has a mind of its own. When we finally leave, Ruth drives her old truck rattles down the narrow coastal road, windows rolled down, salt air blowing in, hair whipping around my face. Keenan sits in the front seat, staring straight ahead like he is preparing for battle instead of a bookstore opening. When we pull up in front of the shop, my breath catches it’s small but it’s beautiful. Soft blue paint big front windows and a simple wooden sign hanging above the door that reads: HARBOUR LIGHT BOOKS

The photograph shouldn't have existed. Maya's hands trembled as she held it up to the dim light in the Tidewater Inn's attic, dust motes dancing around her like disturbed ghosts. The image was faded, edges curled with age, but there was no mistaking what she was looking at: her grandmother Eleanor, twenty years younger, standing beside a man who wasn't Maya's grandfather. Their hands were clasped, their smiles intimate in a way that spoke of secrets and stolen moments. Behind them, barely visible in the background, stood the old lighthouse at the edge of Moonlight Cove—the one that had been abandoned for decades, the one locals whispered about but never explained why.

Less than two hundred meters off the starboard side… A rusted lighthouse rose from the sea. None of them had noticed it before. It stood on a narrow rock barely visible above the waves. Gabriel frowned. “That lighthouse shouldn’t be here.” Henry’s expression darkened. “It wasn’t.” ⸻ Captain Nora cut the engines. “No maps show a lighthouse in these waters.” Marcus studied it through the binoculars. “No windows.” “No beacon.” “No movement.” Just as he lowered the binoculars… A light appeared at the top.

Everybody looked at him. Mara kneeled down. “Where?” Noah slowly shook his head. “Not from here. From the water.” A cold sting drove Mara through his back. The woman in the car took something out of her coat bag. No more radio. A photo. She raised it so that the moonlight fell on it. Even from the distance, Mara realized what was on it. The lighthouse. But don't fall. New built. 1987. And at the entrance there were two people:

The starboard engine was ticking over at nine hundred RPMs, barely producing enough steerage way to keep the Bertram’s bow from falling into the trough of the waves. Down in the companionway, Stacy stood behind her father, her fingers holding the frame of the cabin door. She wasn't looking at the response boat; she was watching the yellow halogen lights of the Fowey Rocks Lighthouse flash through the rain every ten seconds—a rhythmic, mechanical reminder that the earth was still there, solid and unyielding, beneath the shifting chaos of the water.

Below them, the ocean roared against the rocks, a white foam visible in the moonlight. They pulled the van behind a collapsed boathouse. Case jumped out first, checking the perimeter with a hand-held scanner. "We’re clear. No signals for five miles." Lydia carried Adrian into the smallest cottage. It was a one-room shack with a fireplace and a window that looked out over the sea. June helped her lay him on a pile of moth-eaten blankets. "I’ll get the fire started," June said.

A place filled with sunlight and flowers. Elena stepped out slowly. Her eyes widened. Nearby... A small stone path led toward the cliff. At the end of it stood a familiar sight. A lighthouse. Smaller than Richard's. Newly built. Its white walls gleamed beneath the sky. A bronze plaque stood before it. The Hart Lighthouse "May this light guide every soul safely home." Elena covered her mouth. Tears immediately filled her eyes. "You..." Adrian smiled. "I couldn't save the old one."

There was a lot to see, and they toured the ten-room historic lighthouse and saw the Light Keeper’s Cottage. “Hungry?” asked Nicholas as they walked around Rowayton Harbour. “Yes, very. Let’s grab a bite at that restaurant,” she pointed out a cozy restaurant tucked away overlooking the sea. It wasn’t a seafood restaurant like the rest of them and they went inside to eat. Post lunch, they walked the trails to the Stewart B. McKinney National Wildlife Refuge, a birding hot spot where they were allowed to use the telescope. It was a unique experience for both of them. They clicked a lot of pictures together and finally, Alyssa climbed on their boat to return to Oyster Island. Nicholas had gone

Phoenix gives me the bare minimum information and his legs tense under my head. “Boat?” I ask, needing a distraction from the pounding in my head. I’ve never been on a boat. Despite living on the beach, the thought of the open sea always made me feel uneasy, not that I would have been allowed on a boat anyway. “We need to take a boat to the lighthouse. You will love it there. It’s on its own little island about a half mile off the mainland. The island is only a couple of acres but it has a little kitchen garden and some chickens. Most importantly it is safe. We employ a lighthouse keeper to maintain the place and keep it stocked and ready for times like this. He is expecting us and has the p

The riddle that wannabe magician Tyr gave me was pretty obvious. It's a lighthouse that is hiding the Golden Coin. And, luckily for us, there are a limited number of lighthouses in Nova Scotia. We're at number eight, and I have a good feeling about this one. "Let's go." I wave at the group I've selected to accompany me to the lighthouse while several more wait on the boat. It's a top team, and I couldn't be more prepared for whatever is to come next. I've fought and climbed my way into my position as Northeast Leader of the Silver Hunters, and it's been a long journey.