Beacon Light By The Sea Novels & Stories

he says grimly. Twenty minutes of ducking through alleys and doubling back on our path brings us to the edge of town, where the forest meets the sea. A narrow trail winds up the cliffside toward the one place I should have guessed we'd end up. The lighthouse looms above us, its beam cutting through the night in steady, predictable sweeps. Just like the cycle of the Convergence, I think. Regular, inevitable, impossible to stop. But maybe, just maybe, possible to change.

The moon overhead shifted behind drifting clouds. The light bled into a deep, unnatural crimson. The sailors gasped. The mercenaries whispered. Becky only smiled. “An omen,” someone murmured. “No,” Becky corrected softly, her face illuminated by blood-red moonlight. “A promise.” The ship drifted farther, swallowed by the black waves of the northern sea. And Becky Everglade’s hunt—reborn, sharpened, and untethered—began anew.

Glass spiderwebbed across one of the panes. “What’s waking?” Mara demanded. “The reason the light was built,” Alden replied. “It isn’t to guide ships away.” Another impact. Stronger. Below the surface, a shape the size of a small island shifted, its outline illuminated briefly by lightning. A colossal eye opened—pale and luminous in the deep. Mara stumbled back. “That’s not real,” she breathed. “It’s very real,” Alden said. “And it follows the light.” The beacon flared brighter.

He just opened his hand. The drive fell. It didn't make a big splash. It hit the water with a soft plink and sank instantly. I watched the red light flicker beneath the surface, a tiny, glowing coal descending into the abyss. It stayed visible for a second, a haunting crimson eye, and then the Mediterranean swallowed it whole. The silence that followed was terrifying. It was the sound of a billion dollars vanishing. It was the sound of our safety net being shredded. "Beacon is dead," Leo announced, his voice sounding relieved. "Signal is gone. The cutters are slowing down. They’ve lost the lock."

Because of how long it took before I opened my eyes, my vision was still a bit blurry. When my vision got clear, I looked at the faint light that’s calling me. No, it was not light. Rather, it was a lady surrounded by glowing water, enough for the whole place to lit up. A beautiful net covered her arms and around her lower part, a necklace made up of seashells is worn around her neck. She is holding a crystal spear; a semi-transparent cloth covered her top and a shining crown was placed at the top of her head. A tattoo of waves was drawn at her right shoulder. I can’t clearly see her face because of the light. But I am sure that she looks like a goddess! I didn’t realize that my eyes widened

said the grinning man. "What do you mean?" asked Azura with a calm face. He tried not to be nervous as the leader of Blue Starlight. “Hah … I know you're trying to calm down. At this time, our boss will call for help and they are heading up to the roof. Our boss is a special person, you know?”

he informed her and her face paled out. “What?” “Well, I stationed men within the city to look out for a bleeding girl and by the ocean as well, in case she tried to return. We were fortunate enough to get her,” Edwardo grinned and her face fell. “Oh.”

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? ***

We need a family member to come collect them. Tristan listened, incredulous. "Are you people still not done with this act?" Callum glanced over with a sneer. "First, the police station; now, the forensic center. Selene's got quite the network." The staff member on the other end went quiet for a few seconds, their tone cooling. "If it's inconvenient for you to come in, you can start by looking at the photographs." Three photos arrived moments later. The first showed a white gown, bloated and warped from the seawater. The hem was stained with dark traces of blood, and the lace had rotted beyond recognition.

Phoebe’s POV The glittery waves clashing over one another acts as a source of tranquility for me as I keep my gaze locked on the beautiful landscape laid out in front of me. Currently perched on the stone railing of the balcony inside Blaze’s room, I stare at the sea in front of me, wondering how it would feel to drown in that exact sea-water before memories of Blaze and me fooling around the beach on the other day floods inside my mind. Blaze…