Lighthouse Landmines Novels & Stories

"Oh that big arrow? That's the arrow we used to spear big fish," "Are there many here?" "Look at that boat, almost every fisherman has one, so what?" Uncle Bob pointed out the ship moored in the harbor near the lighthouse. At the fore and aft of the ship were these large arrows. "Hmm no, just something that crossed my mind." I then climbed the stairs and when I got to the top, it turned out that the lighting was made of a burning wood fire that was highlighted by a circular concave glass. "Isn't it dangerous to make a fire here?"

He did not say anything else. If it were up to him, he would not have touched Carmen. She was a huge naval mine, just like the ones hanging at the bottom of the sea. It could not be seen from the surface, but if triggered, could explode any time. However, Luca just could not wait to trigger it. Oh well, since Luca had already gone ahead and done the deed, there was no point in Javier saying anything else.

Report: Quinn The edge of a dried sea. Russia. Decommissioned nuclear facility. Designation: 'Lighthouse' I could hear explosions outside-loud, thunderous detonations that I didn't so much hear as feel in my bones. By now I should have been used to explosions, as they were quite common in my line of work. Still, the sound in my ears and the pressured feeling in my chest told me that only danger awaited below. I loved it. I slid into the mech's pilot seat with a sigh of delight and moved to run my hands through my hair, an old stress-induced habit I'd recently resumed. Of course, I found almost nothing; my new brown crew cut didn't offer much to touch.

Byron raised his fist and started to cheer silently in the water as he could not talk while Max let out a loud roar that shook the cave. ‘Thank you, Max.’ I sent out my message to him. ‘More ships. No. One ship coming.’ It informed me. True enough, we saw a light coming inside the cave. Trei tapped my shoulder immediately and pointed at the device in his hands before pointing at the light. ‘Must attack. Protect my masters!’ Just before Max’s tentacles could teach the new incoming ship, I immediately reached into Max’s mind. ‘Stop stop! They’re with us. Don’t destroy it.’

Martha shouted over the roar of the wind. Dominic didn't say a word. He pushed the heavy black drive box under the wooden seat and grabbed my hand. He pulled me down into the narrow floor of the boat, keeping us low while the grey ocean waves slapped hard against the hull. I looked back at the cliff. Black smoke was pouring out of the top windows of the old stone lighthouse. It drifted across the grey sky like a thick blanket. But halfway up the rock wall, near the path we had just run down, a small white light flashed twice.

But that smile didn’t last long. Suddenly, the ground beneath them erupted in deafening blasts. Ichiro’s heart dropped as he watched his men fall, one after another. “Landmines!” he screamed, his voice cutting through the chaos, but the warning came too late. Those who hadn’t been torn apart by the mines were quickly ensnared by a new threat. Hidden arrows shot out from the bushes, striking down more of his men. Booby traps—sharp, deadly, and inescapable—finished off almost everyone. The few who managed to evade the traps didn’t last long. Guerrilla fighters sprang from trees, striking with brutal precision, their machetes glinting in the faint moonlight.

They still wanted the Vessel. The Descent We reached the base of the Phare de Sainte-Marie, the ancient lighthouse that marked the end of the pier. Ethan turned, emptying his magazine into a group of scavengers who had intercepted us from the lower docks, their makeshift armor no match for his calculated precision. "The panel!" he roared. I slammed my back against the cold, salt-encrusted stone of the lighthouse base. My fingers searched for the hidden seam in the masonry. I found a small, recessed glass plate. I leaned in, my eye wide as a red laser swept across my iris.

You basically lit a signal fire in the middle of the ocean. Faith looked at the sisters below, who were finally laughing and eating. She couldn't let this place be destroyed. “We can't fight three warships in the open,” Faith said. “The sisters are too weak, and the Remnants aren't warriors.” “Then we hide,” the old man said. The lighthouse has a ‘Ghost Mode.’ It can sink the entire island beneath the waves. But it requires a massive amount of energy to maintain the oxygen seal.” “I’ll do it,” Faith said.

The storm’s roar grew louder as they ascended, until at last they burst into the lantern room at the top of the lighthouse. The space was circular, glass panels cracked and clouded with salt. At its center, the massive Fresnel lens rotated slowly, powered by an old generator that hummed with stubborn life. The beam cut through the storm in long, sweeping arcs—white, blinding, relentless. Light. Dark. Light. Grey moved to the glass, scanning below. Three vehicles sat at the base of the lighthouse, positioned with surgical precision. Headlights pierced the rain like knives. “They’ve sealed the perimeter,” Lisa said. “This was never about chasing us.”

It looked like something from the 19th century. "Finch," Jack called to the cockpit. "Set course for coordinates 42.3 North, 71.1 West." "Sir?" Finch’s voice sounded surprised. "That's... that's the Old Safehouse. The 'Lighthouse' protocol?" "The Lighthouse," Jack confirmed. "It’s the only place the System never mapped." "Understood," Finch said. "Changing course. ETA 4 hours." Jack leaned back, closing his eyes. The Lighthouse. It was a myth among the Hunters. A sanctuary built by the founders of the Guild before the corruption set in. Before the Council. Before the System.