16 Lighthouse Rd Novels & Stories

He couldn’t help but smile, despite everything. “You don’t like it?” “It’s…” She scowled as though the right word wouldn’t come. Finally, she was forced to concede the truth. “It’s stunning, so beautifully down but still, someone really built here?” “Someone did,” he agreed with a shrug. The sheets of curved, tinted glass that made up the entire front part of the house mirrored the waves of the sea and rolling grey clouds flawlessly with the renovated lighthouse just behind it. “Someone who has a lot of money, by the looks of it…” Liz sniffed.

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.

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? ***

Assuming I find a way out of this fucking maze. My feet are sore and my body is stiff. My fingers are numb from cold and my nose has started to drip from the chill. But I keep walking. And then, just when I'm starting to give up hope again, I see it - a hazy bit of light above the top of one of the hedges. My steps quicken as I move toward it. I follow the hedge, keeping my eyes on the light. It's dim, diffused, but I recognize it now for what it is - light pollution from the house. It's not much, but out here at the estate, twenty minutes from Barberville or any other town, even the light from a couple of windows is noticeable. I keep the light in my sight and move toward it as much as I ca

The two-day growth of beard gave him a rugged, predatory look that contrasted sharply with his tailored suit jacket. "Where?" I asked, my voice still a bit shaky, my hand instinctively moving to the slight curve of my stomach. "A coastal estate in Maine," he said, his eyes locking onto mine. "The 'Blackwood Point' property. It’s registered to a defunct charity Emily founded years ago, The Rhodes Foundation for Heritage. It’s a ghost on paper, but it’s very real on the ground. It’s a fortress, hidden behind miles of private road and dense forest, sitting right on the edge of the Atlantic."

"I need you to meet me." "Where?" I hesitated, but eventually, I spoke the words Antonio had written on a notepad in front of me. "The old gas station on Highway 16, just past the county line." Then I added, "Remember that night at the lighthouse? When the ravens circled?" There was a brief pause before she replied. "Yes," she said. Her voice was carefully controlled now. "I remember." "Good," I said, hoping she understood. We'd never been to a lighthouse together. Ravens circling was our emergency code, a way for her to know that it was a trap. "Come alone. I don't know who to trust right now."

The phone beside him rang, and he slightly irritably pressed the answer button, only to say to the other side, "Find something for Hayden to do." There was not much said on the other end, and the call was quickly hung up. Lena was the one who asked James for help in finding someone, and she was very quick. She could see the location, but she was a bit confused. "What place was this?" How come she had never heard of this place, and it couldn't be found on the map either. James just glanced at it briefly, "You drive towards the lighthouse, then go right for one kilometer, there will be a mansion there. Go in through the entrance and you will reach the outermost area."