Beacon Light By The Sea Novels & Stories

It is the date when Jade and Isaac promised to each other that they would watch each other’s back forever. ***** [Somewhere On The Sea] Bright is freezing from the cold breeze of air in the waters, but he just pulled the blanket closer to his body to warm himself. The only thing giving them heat is the small lamp that has a small flame inside. It works the same as their light. But the truth is he can't really see anything in the waters. It’s pitch black. It makes him question how could the man sailing the boat see through that. He wonders if he chose the right decision.

The full moon was fixed in the sky and because it was close to the sea, I could see the crystalline reflection of the moon’s rays in the sea. Because it was private property, there were only employees staying around the area. I silently walked to the dock even though the road was dark because the distance between the light poles was large. Fortunately, I had memorized the way and Pier’s beacon was also alive, occasionally lighting up the path I was treading on. While I was enjoying the beautiful view on the dock, someone spoke behind me. “Miss, the sea water is cold at night. It’s nice to take a bath. Why don’t you jump in and swim for a while?”

A low blue pulse, patient, regular, that brightens each time the beam touches it, as if it is pleased to be seen. “Beacon,” Renn says from the dark behind me. She does not need the camera. She has been to the edge of this place before and lost people to it. “They seed them along the approaches. They listen. That blue is it telling the city something just put a light on it.” “Telling the city what,” Damian says. “That we’re here. That something with a lamp is coming down the right corridor at the right depth, like an invited guest.” Renn’s voice does not change.

He liked to pay little attention to other parts of the song. How the 'crazes' were used to light the lamps that guide us, Strybjorn thought as he watched the great lights flicker on the horizon. It seemed to be blinding and reflected in the waves, making the light more intense. At first Strybjorn thought the beacon was some kind of warning sign that Grimskull's fleet was approaching, but there were no signs of war preparations. There were no soldiers gathered on the beach. There was no charter vessel to meet them. There was a bit of embarrassment when rumors broke out in the fleet, but so far nothing has happened. Strybjorn initially thought it might be some kind of trap. However, there was

“I won’t be staying here for long. ENVO needs me, especially since these guys left the Boracay mission,” Light said after eating the last slice of his steak. “I missed it already,” Saint whispered. He wished they had more time to fully enjoy the beach. His eyes were sparkling at the jetski! “You can come back when everything’s fine here at Red Woods,” Light assured them. Saint’s fading hope was recharged. They don’t know that exact date but he looks forward to seeing a beach again.

The beacon was still inside. Madeline pointed to it. "There. Crank the handle on the side. It rotates the mirror. The beam will be visible for miles." I walked to the beacon and grabbed the handle. It was heavy. I pulled. The mechanism groaned but turned. The mirror slowly rotated. Ava looked out at the water. "How long until someone sees it?" "Depends on who is looking. Hours. Days. But it is the only chance we have." I kept cranking. The rhythm was steady. The mirror turned. The beam flashed across the dark water.

The woman’s whole body was ravaged with injuries, especially her face. It was so bad that not only was she not recognizable, but very little of her face was left. Bone showed through in several places. Zephyra’s stomach clenched and turned with nausea, and it took all the willpower she had to keep from getting sick right there. A piece of metal sparkled in the harsh shimmer of the motion detection lights, and Zephyra gladly looked away from what was left of the woman’s face to the small necklace around her neck. It was an All Seeing Eye pendant. It glittered and taunted her in a macabre sort of way. Zephyra knew this necklace all too well.

“We’re still alive, so I guess that means that this ship is secure. Nonetheless, I am still not comfortable being here.” “Me too. Let me know if we’re getting closer. I want to get out of here as soon as possible.” Byron says. With shaky hands, his hands danced over the controls. Then he placed a few panels over at my side. “These are the controls for the high beam. Hover your fingers on either side like a joystick to help me search the area.” I nodded and did as he commanded. The first thing that I did was shine the lights to the ground, where I saw multiple bodies of both dead sea creatures and a few human bodies. I let out a horrified scream that even made Byron jump in his seat.

I reach the darkness at the end of the aisle. Where the altar should be, there's a funeral pyre of worm-eaten wood and dried brown kelp. I smell rot, salt, decay. Blood and saltwater. That's when I see her. Bea is standing next to me, staring at the pyre, her eyes monstrously large and glassy, like the eyes of a fish. Her grey hair is wet and wreathed with slimy green seaweed. She raises one skeletal finger, and points at the pyre in front of us. I raise the candle, casting the light forward. The pyre grows, stretching from one end of the church to the other.

I barked. Jay leaned back in his chair, completely ignoring me, the bastard didn't even take off his head set. I stomped over to him and jerked it off and grabbed him by the shirt. "That's enough." "Not yet." He said in a calm voice, not even pissed that I'd grabbed him. I waited, my hands still digging into his shirt. Another wave crashed over her. She could die. Hypothermia happened all the time in Seaside. "Jay!" I roared.