16 Lighthouse Rd Novels & Stories

I grab my jacket, a flashlight, and—after a moment's hesitation—the small canister of pepper spray Luna insisted I carry after a tourist got handsy in the bookstore last summer. The lighthouse stands a mile outside town, accessible by a winding coastal path. The night is clear but moonless, making me grateful for the flashlight as I pick my way along the cliff edge. Waves crash against the rocks below, their rhythm like the breathing of some giant creature. The lighthouse itself has been automated for decades, its beam sweeping across the dark water in steady intervals. As I approach, I see a figure silhouetted against the white tower. Not Blackwood, I realize with a jolt. A woman.

"Somewhere that will help him understand." The drive took them through winding coastal roads, past cliffs and beaches and small fishing villages. Noah stared out the window, his serious eyes taking in the landscape. "Where are we going, Daddy?" "You'll see." They arrived at a small lighthouse perched on a rocky bluff. The building was weathered, its white paint peeling, its beacon long extinguished. But the view was breathtaking—ocean stretching to the horizon, sky meeting sea in an endless blue. Noah climbed out of the car, his eyes wide.

“Almost there. Almost out.” Half an hour later, the sea air hit them. They emerged onto a deserted stretch of beach just outside the Menton port area. Sand clung to their wet clothes, wind whipped against their skin, and the scent of salt and diesel filled their lungs like a baptism. The Red Lighthouse—Le Phare Rouge—stood tall and stoic, its red-and-white tower cutting a line into the night, a beacon and a promise in equal measure. Ethan leaned heavily on Luca, blood and exhaustion painting a grim testament across his pale, damp face. He checked his watch, fingers trembling. “We’re cutting it close. Less than four hours until the Ithaca is scheduled to anchor. We need to be on that dock.”

We drove along the small, lamp-lined streets of Harwich Port, and made a right turn off Route 28. We were about five miles from the restaurant when we pulled into a large parking lot. I caught a glimpse of the name of the beach, Red River Beach. The bright moon reflected off the rolling waves in front of us, and I grinned. “This is beautiful, sir.” I looked at his profile. “I thought a quiet place would ease your mind, and allow you to speak freely.” He turned and looked at me.

About Canada. Canada is a country full of famous landmarks, historical wonders, delicious food, incredible culture, and all the outdoor exploration you could want. From urban adventures in Quebec and Vancouver to the famous Rocky Mountains, Canada has so many amazing destinations that it's hard to choose. Discover French-Canadian culture and cuisine, hit hiking trails in National Parks, or check whale-watching off your bucket list. Ruggedly beautiful coastal towns with the quintessential lighthouse are an iconic Canadian seaside scene. From the West Coast to the East Coast, there are many of these historic structures that dot the coast. On Canada's eastern edge, Nova Scotia alone has dozens

A rlington Avenue, might be one of the easy going towns in Brooklyn, New York, but deep inside its heart laid one of the dopest buildings in all of Brooklyn, the lighthouse. The lighthouse made more crazy noise than the entire Yankee stadium and had more lightening on its dance floor than ‘club la-vela,’ the largest nightclub in the United States of America.

For my escape. “Lighthouse,” I whispered, the word Vorian had choked out now a lifeline. “He said ‘lighthouse.’” Marcus’s eyes sharpened through the pain. He fumbled a compact satellite communicator from his belt, his fingers trembling as he input a code. “Raven, this is Hound. Do you copy? Need a coastal grid search. All lighthouses, active and decommissioned, within a two-hour radius of the primary range. Prioritize isolated, defensible structures. This is for the package.” He paused, listening to the crackled response. “Negative. The Alpha is… engaged. I am acting command. Scramble all remaining assets. This is the only play.”

The two greeted me and then continued eating. "Let's go to the lighthouse after this," Astrielle tried to open a conversation. "Sure..." I smiled. "I saw your car... wow!" Carline butt in. "Thank you, okay? Where is the lighthouse?" I asked. "Uhmn, near Pazville. But it's safe there. We'll pass by a mountain where there is a story about a beautiful fairy who fell in love with a Lycan but they were not blessed with a child until they lost their lives," Astrielle narrated.

She soon walks into the building and disappears from my site and then I decide that is my cue, so I turn right to go into town. A few miles drive and I hit the city limits, it says population 338 and Welcome to Grand Rivers. A picture of a lighthouse is on the sign with the big wording. After that, I look around to see there is only one main street and it goes straight through town. On either side of it are a few scattered stores and then I see the waterfront to the side down a little bit. Just a little further I spot the light from the lighthouse as it brightens the sky with its huge dome on top of it. “Pretty!” I exclaim as I admire the lighthouse, I haven’t seen one so glorious in ye

He drove down a long driveway that went on forever. Kendall was trying to focus where they were headed. She smelt the sea but could not see further then where the headlights glowed. When Blake turned on the high beams Kendall almost choked. A cottage on a cliff with the sea under them. She noticed a light house in the distance. Her mouth dropped, was he fucking kidding her? ***