The Lighthouse Novels & Stories

The lighthouse door opened slowly Warm golden light spilled across the stone floor. The keeper stepped aside. "Come in. The tide will be high soon." We followed. Inside, the lighthouse was nothing like I expected. There were no weapons. No treasure. No ancient machines. Only shelves filled with journals, old bells, maps, and hundreds of tiny lanterns. Each lantern had a name written beneath it. Noah stopped immediately. "Are these connected to the people we've met?"

"...it would mean we had already failed." Silence settled over the room. No one argued. Because every person present carried some responsibility for how they had arrived there. Lydia walked towards the old lighthouse window. The beacon above had begun rotating once again after the emergency generator restored power. Its light swept across the Atlantic. Back and forth. Back and forth. She smiled faintly. "My mother used to tell me something." Amara looked at her. "What?" "'A lighthouse does not chase ships.'" "It simply refuses to stop shining."

"On the northern point. It is small. Abandoned. But the beacon is still there. Manual crank. No electronics. It would take time to get a signal out but it could be done." I stood up. "Then that is our next move. We find the lighthouse. We crank the beacon. We wait for someone to see it." Ava grabbed a bag. "We go now. Every hour we wait is an hour the fleet could restore power." We left the compound and headed north. The path was rough. Overgrown. But Madeline led the way with steady steps. The lighthouse appeared through the trees. A narrow white tower. Rusted but standing. The beacon was still inside.

A place filled with sunlight and flowers. Elena stepped out slowly. Her eyes widened. Nearby... A small stone path led toward the cliff. At the end of it stood a familiar sight. A lighthouse. Smaller than Richard's. Newly built. Its white walls gleamed beneath the sky. A bronze plaque stood before it. The Hart Lighthouse "May this light guide every soul safely home." Elena covered her mouth. Tears immediately filled her eyes. "You..." Adrian smiled. "I couldn't save the old one."

For five years, I had stood by my girlfriend as she worked her way from a tiny street stall to a successful chain of stores. Three times, I waited for her to finally give me a home. The first time, she bought a one-bedroom apartment. I packed my bags, ready to move in, only for her to hand the keys to her childhood friend, who had just gone through a divorce. "He's raising his daughter on his own. It isn't safe for them to live somewhere else," she told me. "Just stay with me in the basement for a few more months." The second time, she bought a two-bedroom apartment. I had already bought new sheets and gotten everything ready. Then, by some twist of fate, her childhood friend's apartmen

He sat by Logan and waited for the doctor to come out. the red light on the top of the operation room was blinking, and all the hope was tied to it. and then after many long hours the light turned off and the doctors came out. Both of them rushed towards him with a hopeful expression. …………………………

She looked to Victoria who knew everything, only she just gave her a huge smile. Zaine knew immediately who the gift was for. He put in all of his hard work to make something she would be proud to hang anywhere in her room. What he didn’t know was that just minutes before she had been proposed to, until he seen the sparkle from her left hand. Something in him roared to life. Something he thought had died within him long ago. The two of them looked at each other and could feel it. The same thing that happened when they were kids. A metaphorical lightening struck the two of them in their heart. Years of not seeing each other. Not knowing how the other was truly doing. Having no contact except

“Then, by all means, Laura, do tell.” He leans back against the stone wall but keeps my hand trapped in his. “Do you know what’s the purpose of a lighthouse?” I ask, staring into his eyes. Paul nods. “It’s emitting a light beacon to guide ships through the dark or during stormy weather. This way, the crew can get to the safety of the shore without getting lost or shipwrecked.” “Indeed,” I say, peering at the waves. “But what if the ship is too far away to see the light? What then? Does it sink into the depths of the sea? Or will the crew save the day by sheer luck?”

My mate was a lantern, she hasn’t shifted yet so her wolf couldn’t reach out to Todd. I raised my eyebrows, asking for any other solution but Asher shook his head in denial.

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.