Lighthouse Landmines Novels & Stories

For my escape. “Lighthouse,” I whispered, the word Vorian had choked out now a lifeline. “He said ‘lighthouse.’” Marcus’s eyes sharpened through the pain. He fumbled a compact satellite communicator from his belt, his fingers trembling as he input a code. “Raven, this is Hound. Do you copy? Need a coastal grid search. All lighthouses, active and decommissioned, within a two-hour radius of the primary range. Prioritize isolated, defensible structures. This is for the package.” He paused, listening to the crackled response. “Negative. The Alpha is… engaged. I am acting command. Scramble all remaining assets. This is the only play.”

Lee said by pointing towards me. "And the person to whom you call an Gold digger is his future wife your queen" Their was a pin drop silence in the class as I look towards Allen and she is shacking because of loud voice. "Lee take her out we talk to her outside not here ,you scaring my baby love" I command her and hug Allen tightly. "Shhhh.. baby it's ok calm down, take a deep breath love" I hate it when someone did this to my love, only I can do this to her, no one else.

She continued with fast paces. Raymond felt something. This might also be a trap as always. "Stop, wait, just stop!" he shouted to bring her to a halt. "What is it?" she stopped. She was confused "It looked exactly like this. I saw it in a movie. All this things that tick when you put your foot on it and goes boom when you take away your foot. I forgot what it is called" Raymond went deep in thought trying to remember "Landmines?" Grace suggested. "Yes, landmines. They used to be in places like this" his face lit up.

"No, at least I don't think so. She used to have her lab in what is now known as Haran, but she spent most of her time here on the Whitlock estate. Infact, she was so close to the family that a flagstone was erected in her honor." "Flagstone? There's a grave here on school grounds?" I hadn't seen any graves during my search. "No," he laughed lightly. "Not that kind of flagstone." He turned and pointed in the direction of the house where I found the crystal. "There is a metal rod standing in the middle of nowhere. It is a lighthouse. When it's night, the very top glows a brilliant white that stretches over four miles in all directions. It's also a motion sensor that detects intruders. Not jus

"It’s an old coastal town, mostly abandoned after the global shipping lanes collapsed. The UN stealth teams set up an automated, high-frequency microwave relay disguised inside the ruins of the historic Pangani lighthouse. The Hounds' black boxes beamed your combat data—your speed, your impact force, your three-minute Overclock limit—to that lighthouse. From there, the relay shot it past the cloud cover to the stealth satellite." Baraka stopped chewing. "So the data is already gone." "The initial combat packet is gone, yes," Eliana admitted grimly. "But the lighthouse isn't just a receiver. It's a two-way synchronization node. The UN blockade fleet is using it to map the entire topography of

Carter spoke, bringing our attention to him. “I found a map on the computer, and it looks like land mines were placed in various locations around the territory. Most of them are scattered around the forest, far enough away that if a rogue does set one off, it will alert us to the location with enough time to prepare.” Carter continued as he pulled up the map on one of the larger monitors.

[The Lighthouse of the Lost] The lighthouse did not broadcast light; it broadcast silence. A heavy, pressurized silence that felt like being submerged in deep water without the weight. Standing on the jagged rocks of the shoreline, the inflatable raft a discarded scrap of rubber behind us, I felt the world narrowing until it was only the width of the man’s chest in front of me. The air smelled of salt and burning copper, a scent that always preceded Jinyan’s internal collapse.

And with every flash, a sound drifted down the spiral exterior, a human voice, raw and frantic, singing a song without words. "That's not a lamp," Kaelen whispered, his hand shielding his eyes from the glare. "That's a Wick-Soul. Someone is being burned to keep the horizon visible." "We have to get up there!" Mina cried, her small hands already finding purchase on the cold, damp stone of the tower’s base. There were no doors. The Lighthouse was a solid column of ancient, calcified history. To enter, we had to climb the External Stair, a narrow, railing-less ledge that wound around the tower like a thread on a screw.

Vin pecks my lips and that's how we found ourselves here. We've been from one shop to another buying almost everything. Honestly, I don't think I want to hold on to the promises anymore. Being here with him is already enough for me. " Are those your men? " I whisper tightening my hold on Vin's arm. I feel as if everyone is watching my every move. And so far, I have spotted three different men who appear suspicious to me. Thank heavens I brought my gun. I hate such crowded places. You won't realize the danger lurking around you until it's too late.

She held her mommy's hand and said, "Mommy, look, there're many boats at sea. So pretty. They're as pretty as a light show." Nia pointed at a ray of light in the distance and said, "Mommy, look at that boat. Doesn't it look like a lighthouse?" Meredith looked in the direction Nia was pointing and saw while looking at the light. "That is a lighthouse. It's the lighthouse that guides the people's course for them." "Is that so? It turns out that the lighthouse is so big." "Some are big, some are small." "I really want to go and have a look."