16 Lighthouse Rd Novels & Stories

Harry finally asked. “The lighthouse.” She answers. My brows creasing, “What do you mean? What about the lighthouse?” She turns to me and smiled, “The lighthouse is much bigger than it looks from afar. It’s like a massive tower filled with thousands of memories that people had left behind once they left LUAHU.” “What?” Harry and I gaped in unison. “All memories from everyone who left the island are stored in there.” Enchantress tells us. “But isn’t it where Olca is?” I asked curiously and confusedly.

Perhaps taking her away from all these onlookers and from the news in the box, broadcasting every day about new bodies raised by divers from the bottom of the sea at the foot of the old lighthouse, is the best thing they can do. The sand on this beach is so white that it dazzles even through sunglasses. Carved palm leaves flutter in a light breeze. Walkways whitened by the fierce sun lead to a wooden bungalow standing on stilts right in the lagoon. Between two trunks of palm trees leaning towards each other, a wicker hammock sways. “Wow…is this all ours?” Keith breathes and looks at him and his brother incredulously. “Ours for the whole week,” Lou smiles back.

His face was star-struck, and she offered him a kind smile before coming down from the cab, shutting the door gently. Her father's mansion had always been a hot topic among the people. The soft yellow and vibrant orange of approaching twilight bathed the Greek Renaissance hilltop in light. Nestled in the pricey Rosedale neighbourhood of Downtown Toronto, it was among the most expensive pieces of real estate in the city, probably in the country. The Rochester estate. Aurora gently shut the front door to their house, eyes scanning the empty area. When she was assured that it was safe, she darted towards the stairs,

“But it is miles and miles…” And I saw where he was pointing and rushed in that direction. “You can jump in the water, but I think even you cannot swim that much… how far out are we Nadim?” Adam called out. “More than a thousand miles, sir,” a voice responded. I stood with my backs to all of them and used Faye’s vision. I could see the lighthouse. The lighthouse that was on the outskirts of our own home. I grew up staring at this lighthouse because it was visible from my dormitory window.

She loved watching renovation shows, and her favorite houses were always the weirdest ones. At first glance, as they stepped into the lighthouse, it looked like any other vacation home. The front door opened up into a living room, and Simon knew there was also a bedroom and small bathroom, in case someone found being high up too much and needed to sleep closer to the ground. But the main living quarters were just an elevator ride away, and even Simon’s breath was knocked from his chest as the door slid open to reveal the view from the top floor. The lantern room had been converted into a living room, with couches set up to look out of the floor to ceiling windows, facing the sea. Rain drizzl

Martha shouted over the roar of the wind. Dominic didn't say a word. He pushed the heavy black drive box under the wooden seat and grabbed my hand. He pulled me down into the narrow floor of the boat, keeping us low while the grey ocean waves slapped hard against the hull. I looked back at the cliff. Black smoke was pouring out of the top windows of the old stone lighthouse. It drifted across the grey sky like a thick blanket. But halfway up the rock wall, near the path we had just run down, a small white light flashed twice.

“The lighthouse isn't just a building, is it? My father called this Sector Zero. A zero point is a start and an end.” The old man nodded. “Your father built a sub-oceanic transit rail. It’s a vacuum tube that runs beneath the seabed. It was built for emergencies. It leads directly to the basement of the Nightshade estate in the North.” “We're going home,” Faith said. The transit pod was small and cramped. Faith, Killian, Leo, and Hope squeezed inside. The other thirty-nine sisters stayed behind with the Remnants. Faith had ordered them to stay submerged. If she didn't return, the lighthouse would become their permanent home.

It looked like something from the 19th century. "Finch," Jack called to the cockpit. "Set course for coordinates 42.3 North, 71.1 West." "Sir?" Finch’s voice sounded surprised. "That's... that's the Old Safehouse. The 'Lighthouse' protocol?" "The Lighthouse," Jack confirmed. "It’s the only place the System never mapped." "Understood," Finch said. "Changing course. ETA 4 hours." Jack leaned back, closing his eyes. The Lighthouse. It was a myth among the Hunters. A sanctuary built by the founders of the Guild before the corruption set in. Before the Council. Before the System.

She could make out a red and white lighthouse through the fog. Kaida studied the map again. The Meath Hotel, a park, and a public beach were within walking distance of the decks. Also a library, police station, the firehouse, post office, and courthouse. Nearly the entire length of the southern strip was private homes and subdivisions. The central and northern parts were shops and restaurants with a few offices intermingled. But the eastern tip of the island? Breathtaking. On one side of the bluffs was the Meath mansion, on the other the Galloway house, with a forest in between. As the highest point on the thirty-five square mile island, the area was the most private and, no doubt, had the b