The Lighthouse Novels & Stories

I sulked back in my chair looking up to the ceiling feeling betrayed or disappointed. Probably and disappointed. My tone softened into something almost lazy, but it was still sharp enough to send a chill down each of their spines. “You know… this whole thing reminds me of a story I once heard. A strange one, but you'll love it.” I tapped my fingers on the wooden table as I let out a big sigh. “There was a lighthouse on the edge of a cliff, tall and white, it's light sweeping over the sea every night. But here's the off part, the sea beneath it had no ships. Not a single one. No vessels passes by. Yet, the keeper lit the the flame religiously for years. Until one morning, the town found him g

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. It was a place for ghosts. And right now, that’s exact

Then his eyes caught a weathered, rusty fuel barrel perched beside a stack of netting and rope—a remnant from maintenance crews long gone. His pulse quickened. “The lighthouse is the pivot,” he said, voice low but charged with urgency. “We give Gennaro a reason to think the money’s on the dock, not the Ithaca.” Ethan’s brow furrowed. “You want to burn the dock?” Luca shook his head. “Not the dock. Just a signal. We need him to see smoke and fire before he can think.” He sprinted toward the barrel, careful to keep his body low in the shadows. Each step felt like it dragged against the night itself, each footfall a small thunder against the quiet harbour.

"I think I recognize her. Isn't she the richest heiress in the city who just got engaged recently?" I didn't say another word as I dropped the gasoline can on the floor and pulled a lighter from my pocket. The viewers were still debating whether I would actually set the mansion on fire when I lit the lighter, and a huge fire erupted across the entire screen as everything began to burn. The flames shot into the sky with a loud roar, illuminating the entire street. Everyone was completely shocked. "No, wait! Is she for real? Is she out of her mind? What's wrong with her?"

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.

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."

Part 1: The Beacon Rain lashed against the cliffs as Lina, Adrian, Victor, and Isabella climbed the winding path toward the old lighthouse. Each flash of lightning illuminated the ancient stone tower. Its beam swept across the raging sea. "It's still working," Adrian said. "It shouldn't be." Part 2: An Empty Tower They pushed open the heavy wooden door. The lighthouse was silent. Dust covered the floor. The air smelled of salt and old wood.

His voice blurred slightly in the wind. "I brought you here at last. Didn't you always want to see the stars here?" My spirit floated beside him. My heart ached at the sight of his aged back. He scattered my ashes gently across the surface of the lake. "You will always be the light of my life." I laughed and cried at the same time in the air above him. I felt my spirit slowly fading away. It was a sign that I was about to disappear completely, but I wasn't afraid anymore.

"I am thinking about what it means to be a keeper. To stand here and watch, even when there is nothing to see." She steps beside me, her hand finding mine. "Maybe that is what it means to have hope. To keep watch, even in the dark." I turn to look at her, my dark eyes meeting her grey ones. "Maybe." We stand in silence, the wind howling around us, the sea churning below. The lighthouse has not been lit in years, but I can still feel its purpose, its quiet vigilance. "Liam," Zoe says, her voice soft. "What do you want to do now?"