Lighthouse Lullaby Novels & Stories

On the rocky cliff, the lighthouse stood tall under the thunderstorms that appeared like a sharp knife slashing through the dark sky with flashes of lightning piercing the night. The air was humid. But it was not only from the constant waves that surged to the cliff, but also from the intense moisture in the air that informed rain was on its way. The lighthouse was an old run-down place. Therefore, there was no light on top of it anymore. Since there was barely light, the surrounding was dark and also, windy as hell. The hint of the salty sea smell rushing straight up to Marcus’s nose made his stomach churn as an unknown uneasy feeling crept up his spine.

She responds with a sweet voice as she smiles at me. LUAHU? “The island for healing.” She adds and I was even more confused with what she just said. “Although it’s different now compared to the last time you were here. Since Olympia took over the lighthouse, the island is now the place where you can seek for self-forgiveness and love. It’s for wandering returning souls who are lost and waiting.” Waiting for what? I kept my eyes glued on her and she was just staring at the horizon for a while before she looked back at me and continued, “Just like you.”

"I can't. Only she can." I grabbed Luna Rose's hand. The darkness crawled up my arm, cold, hungry. "Luna Rose. Baby. Listen to my voice." Her eyes flickered. "Remember the lullaby. Remember the moon. Remember love." I sang. Hush now, little wolf, the moon is high... The darkness recoiled. Mama's here beneath the sky... Luna Rose's eyes cleared. Daddy's learning how to be... She blinked. Someone you're proud to call family.

[The Lighthouse of Legacy] The air inside the lighthouse lantern room was still, holding the cool, dry scent of ancient parchment and the lingering ozone of the sea. Outside, the great glass panes offered a 360-degree view of the Atlantic, where the waves churned in ink-black swells under a blanket of stars. But Jinyan and Panni weren't looking at the horizon. They were looking at each other, the golden star on the map between them acting as a final seal on their past.

No sparkle. Just me. And a wolf inside me that is slowly remembering how to exist. Before we leave, I take Melody’s drops, two under my tongue. Cool. Clean. My senses settle without dimming. “Lanterns,” Tessa whispers as we head down the stairs, practically bouncing. “I bet it’s beautiful.” Briar mutters, “Beautiful traps are still traps.” She’s not wrong. The lantern gardens are… stunning. I hate that they are.

Everyone read them at the same time. The inscription glowed softly. And the message echoed through the darkness. TO THOSE WHO REMEMBER. The sea went silent. The tower trembled. And from somewhere deep inside the Lighthouse— A familiar voice called out. Not to Luke. Not to Mira. Not to the grieving being. Only to Lily. A voice identical to her own. "It's time."

CHAPTER ONE The full moon that night was unusually bright. I couldn't remember the last time I'd ever seen it shine that brightly, but I did remember sitting at the raised pedestal with my family and my friends, where I was supposed to be eating and celebrating, but all I did was look glum. The moon was supposed to be a warning, but I missed it. My father caught me staring up at the moon curiously and I heard him give a low chuckle beside me. "You think it's unusual, don't you, daughter?"

The pendant around Elara's neck glowed even brighter, casting a pale blue light that only slightly pierced the overwhelming darkness. Suddenly, a soft melody reached their ears. The sound was haunting, echoing through the winding corridors and drawing them forward. The tune was eerily familiar to Elara, and a memory tugged at the edges of her mind. "That's... that's Lysandra's lullaby," she whispered, her eyes wide with realization. "She used to sing it to me when we were children."

Lennon poured me a glass of water from the jug situated on my bedside table. He helped me by holding the glass as I gulped down the water. It burned my dry throat, but the thirst beat the burning sensation I was feeling. As I composed myself I gathered the courage and asked the question that would either relieve me or break me down in an infinite amount of tiny pieces. "Doctor, did my baby make it?", I ask, my eyes glued to Noah. His pupils dilated when hearing these words leave my mouth. He was not a man for many expressions. Hard and stone faced to many, but I can read his eyes and the pain twirling in his dark sea coloured irises gave me the answer that I know will keep me broken for eter

He stands up and we climb up the lighthouse. My head rests on his chest. One of his hands holds the back of my head, while the other grips my waist, firmly. We stare at the waves brushing ashore. The sounds of the waves crashing are beautiful, but it is nothing compared to the beauty of the sound of his beating heart. I lose myself in his heart’s melody. “Tesoro,” he utters. “Mhm,” I speak, my eyes closed. “Look,” he says, and my eyes open to see the most beautiful phenomenon. A moonbow. A rainbow in the dark.