Lighthouse Landmines Novels & Stories

The words were barely out of my mouth when the office door opened. “Here is some food for you guys.” Maddox walked in like he found a new purpose. My eyes followed him as he set down two plates on the coffee table. “Thanks, man.” Cade got up and walked over to us. “If you want to look at it, I have compiled it all onto the map. It seems the hot spot is that building Kyle gave us blueprints to. The landmines seemed to have started about three miles out in all directions of buildings that Marcus owns.”

"...it would mean we had already failed." Silence settled over the room. No one argued. Because every person present carried some responsibility for how they had arrived there. Lydia walked towards the old lighthouse window. The beacon above had begun rotating once again after the emergency generator restored power. Its light swept across the Atlantic. Back and forth. Back and forth. She smiled faintly. "My mother used to tell me something." Amara looked at her. "What?" "'A lighthouse does not chase ships.'" "It simply refuses to stop shining."

"It preserves witnesses." Those words settled over everyone. "The people who reach the End don't become immortal." "They become memory." She looked toward the glowing windows. "They remember what everyone else forgets." Luke slowly understood. The Lighthouse wasn't a prison. It wasn't heaven. It wasn't punishment. It was an archive. An impossible place that carried the stories of universes after they ended. The older Lily looked toward the black sea. "I watched civilizations disappear." "I watched galaxies become dust." "I watched children grow old."

There was a large waterfall at the entrance, and colorful lanterns — black, pink, and purple — were placed high in the trees with colored lights in the shape of stars. There were many vendors scattered around the area selling merchandise related to the planets, and there were stations with all kinds of games and activities. Huge statues of Mars, Saturn, Neptune, and all the other planets surrounded the area. The dance area was decorated with LED lights and the moon at the center. It was so amazing. "It's beautiful," I told Nicholas. "It is," he agreed. Nicholas took me by the hand and guided me to the nearest stalls full of merchandise. I looked at the tables. There, placed in neat lines, we

His eyes were red as he walked out of the car. The ground was wet and there were puddles at every step. Algard walked through the thorny trees, the deeper he went, the denser the trees became. And from afar Algards eye caught a glips of something bright, there were lights in a distance. He knew that it was the warehouse. He fastened his pace and ran over towards it.

Katherine's heart raced as she slowly typed, "lighthouses in or near Lysander, Maine." Only one listing came up. It was a tourist site of all the most haunted places in the United States. A lighthouse forty miles outside of Lysander was one of the listed places. Katherine used the finger pad to scroll over the listing, and, taking a deep, calming breath, she left-clicked it. Oh my word... Katherine thought shakily, borrowing Sofia's favored expression. A picture of the lighthouse from Katherine's dreams was now on the screen, and beside it was the history of it.

“Then, by all means, Laura, do tell.” He leans back against the stone wall but keeps my hand trapped in his. “Do you know what’s the purpose of a lighthouse?” I ask, staring into his eyes. Paul nods. “It’s emitting a light beacon to guide ships through the dark or during stormy weather. This way, the crew can get to the safety of the shore without getting lost or shipwrecked.” “Indeed,” I say, peering at the waves. “But what if the ship is too far away to see the light? What then? Does it sink into the depths of the sea? Or will the crew save the day by sheer luck?”

As he walked closer, her scent became even stronger. But something felt off. Shade slowed down, giving me the skin. My trackers caught up behind me, sniffing the terrain. “Alpha,” one of my trackers whispered, crouching near the snow. “I smell landmines.” I looked up sharply. Zeke had surrounded her with fucking landmines. I clenched my jaw and hissed, “Destroy them.” “But Alpha, that could be dangerous.” “I SAID DESTROY THEM!” My gamma stepped forward with wary eyes. “We’ll need to detonate one to trigger the rest.”

she asked, a hint of her usual confidence returning despite their circumstances. "Always," he replied, the single word carrying more meaning than he’d intended. Elena’s sharp gesture pulled them back to reality. "Exit ahead. I'll go first to secure the perimeter." The tunnel ended at a rusted metal hatch, partially concealed by coastal vegetation. Elena checked the small monitor on her wrist, scanning for heat signatures or surveillance equipment outside. "Clear for now, but they'll have drones searching. We have minutes at most." As if punctuating her words, a massive explosion rocked the cliffside behind them. The lighthouse—and all its secrets—was gone.