Lighthouse Landmines Novels & Stories

Could it be…? “The mines,” Elara whispered, her voice barely a tremor. The mines. The very place I’d scoured earlier, empty-handed and frustrated. But this time, there was a difference. This time, there was hope. With a silent nod of thanks to Elara, I crept forward, my hand instinctively reaching for the dagger strapped to my boot. The air grew thick and stale, the only sound the rhythmic dripping of water somewhere deep within the earth. We reached the gap in the foliage, and there, bathed in the flickering glow of a single lantern, I saw them.

33 The Smiter The speedboat roared across the choppy water, slicing through the sea like a blade. Foam sprayed on either side as Larkam gripped the wheel, focused and grim. Trish, Scott, and Faith sat behind him, bracing themselves against the bouncing ride. Scott glanced at the large duffel bag resting between Larkam’s feet. “What’s in the bag?” “My bag of goodies,” Larkam said with a smirk. “Holy water, crucifix… and the whole shebang. Including a claymore.”

Too quiet. “Something is wrong,” Luz said, his voice dropping into that low, military register. He did not turn to face Estrela or Amelia, but his stance shifted– weight forward, centre of gravity low. Suddenly, a figure appeared on the deck. A lantern swung into view, cutting a jagged arch through the dark. A silhouette leaning over the railing, looking toward the shore. Back on the Sea Wrath, Mar held up the lantern. The silhouette of the island was jagged against the dying light, but three figures stood on the sand below. Luz was unmistakable– even from this distance, the bronze of his armour seemed to hold onto the last of the day’s warmth. Amelia stood beside him, her red hair a dark sm

"Roric's security team. They're moving the Crystal now, Luna. They must have been alerted." "We're too late for the initial takedown, but not too late to intercept the move," I stated, shifting our strategy instantly. "The Lighthouse is warded, Zeva. It's designed to keep thieves out. But a mage who relies on wards usually relies on a power source. We neutralize the source and take the Crystal." We took an old smuggler's path up the treacherous coastal cliffs. The Lighthouse stood alone, a massive stone pillar against the stormy sky, its base surrounded by a thick, shimmering curtain of elemental wards.

The wind carried a chill, brushing past our fingertips. I suddenly remembered a quote I once read: "For those who have been hurt, those heavy scars are never worth reopening." "What should be praised is the courage to endure in desperate situations." The mountain that once stood before me had already been climbed the moment Dylan returned. "Let's end it here, Jeffery. Stop this." "We're both doing fine. Let's not entangle ourselves anymore." His tears suddenly began to fall. His lips trembled uncontrollably, unable to utter a word of protest.

"Then let me prove it's not me. Let me go in first." "Absolutely not," Isabella said from the back seat, sharp and immediate. "If this is a trap, you're not the one who walks into it alone." The lighthouse stood exactly as Valentina had described it, weathered and abandoned, the kind of place a man could disappear into for weeks without anyone thinking to look twice. Its paint had peeled to bare gray wood in long strips, and the lamp room at its crown sat dark and shattered, glass long since claimed by salt and storms. Gulls wheeled overhead, crying out against the wind, and somewhere below us the waves struck the rocks with a rhythm that felt almost like breathing. We approached carefully,

“What’s the over-under on this place being haunted?” Callan’s gaze remained fixed on the island. “The force’s presence is strong here. Be prepared for more than ghosts.” As they disembarked, the key flared to life, its light illuminating the rocky shore. The resonance map had marked the fracture near the center of the island, nestled within the ruins of an ancient lighthouse. The group moved cautiously, their weapons drawn as they navigated the rugged terrain. “Keep an eye out,” Emma said, her voice low. “This place feels... wrong.”

"I would like that." Liam added, "We have a lighthouse. You might need to see it sometime. The light can be seen from miles out." Sarah smiled, a soft, fragile thing. "I think I might need that. To see the light in the dark." --- The drive home was quiet, Leo sleeping in the back, his hand still holding a smooth, white stone from the beach. Maya watched the landscape shift, the sea giving way to forest, then to the familiar bluffs of Seabrook.

If he didn't have a strong possessive pheromone when l met him, l would have mistaken him for a Vampire or an Omega. The landmines are a dangerous weapon that is very lethal to our beings, especially when it is placed in the woods. They are a disguised trap that brutally kills my kind, one step on, half a dozen are gone and the other half is likely to be heavily injured. So we do extra work to keep it away from the Central as much as possible. My father also fought the same fight especially when the former Mayor was against us settling in the Central many years ago. "Are you listening to me? You look like you have been having a rough time lately,” Roosevelt said, tapping on the table.

After a minute, Wren leaned over and touched the rope. Jaden smiled but didn't say anything. He handed her the rope. She started tying her own knots. --- The lighthouse appeared through the fog like a broken finger. It was old. Abandoned. The glass at the top was shattered. Waves crashed against the rocks at its base. There was no beach, no dock, nowhere to land the boat. "How do we get up there?" Kai asked. Sable pointed at a rusted ladder bolted to the side of the lighthouse. "Climb. But only one of us should go. The boy is scared of crowds."