The Lighthouse Novels & Stories

Quincy White. That name had once filled her with so much warmth and lighted her up from the inside, but now, it was all it took to plunge her mind into dread, fear, and maybe, even revenge. Quincy had been the light of her world, her little ray of sunshine, and her personal cheerleader. She had loved everything about him and she couldn't imagine her future without him.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I hate being in a rush We have six bathrooms , two on each floor but I swear it’s not enough I’m Mena’ by the way I just turned 18 today so it’s my birthday and I got my wolf a month ago right around the time my dreams stopped .Alpha and Beta pups get their wolves before their 18th birthday they can manifest as early as 15 but omegas have to wait until 18 and mated so Yay Me I couldn’t wait to get my wolf her name is Seaia. I love having my wolf she is magnificent all my senses are heightened now I can run faster and I have more energy than ever before I’m much stronger than I was before as well .Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak

A lighthouse. Looking over the darkness of ocean, by the side of the shore that bore the violence of white crashing waves, the lighthouse was the sole source of light in the far vastness. She frowned when he grabbed the dark blanket from the backseat before getting off the car, coming around to open her door. When the freezing cold air attacked her skin, she realised the purpose of shawl, feeling immensely warm inside it when he wrapped it around herself.

The riddle that wannabe magician Tyr gave me was pretty obvious. It's a lighthouse that is hiding the Golden Coin. And, luckily for us, there are a limited number of lighthouses in Nova Scotia. We're at number eight, and I have a good feeling about this one. "Let's go." I wave at the group I've selected to accompany me to the lighthouse while several more wait on the boat. It's a top team, and I couldn't be more prepared for whatever is to come next. I've fought and climbed my way into my position as Northeast Leader of the Silver Hunters, and it's been a long journey.

Shapes formed within it, indistinct yet comforting, as though the universe itself was holding its breath. My lungs burned, but not from the water. It was something else, something deeper—a spark, a pull. The world around me seemed to vibrate with energy, a force I couldn’t comprehend but somehow recognized. And then, a voice—not spoken aloud but felt within—whispered to me: “You are not done yet, be strong.” Before I could understand, before I could ask, the light consumed me, and everything else disappeared.

I was reviewing the management contract on my phone when a WhatsApp voice message from Tamara popped up. "So sorry, Mrs. Shepherd," she cooed. "Mr. Shepherd insisted on coming to take care of me. I know I’m delaying his exhibition progress—please don’t blame him!" Her intentions were painfully transparent. Too exhausted to engage, I instead focused on Tamara’s newly changed profile picture. Zooming in, I recognized the hands cradling her hives-flushed face, faint smudges of paint still visible on the fingers.

The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S" Countless comments flooded Serena's post from the previous day. "Wow, it's true. That's pretty impressive, Serena!" "Did Professor Thorne see your post and name it for you on purpose?" Just then, Lucas walked through the door. "Wilma, did you see? I named the star 'S.' It stands for 'seven' in light of our anniversary." I looked up at him coldly. "Then what's going on with your assistant? That's not what she said in her post."

Maya's fingers trembled as she typed back: I'm falling apart. The response came faster than she expected: No. You're feeling things. There's a difference. Call me when you're ready. She pulled herself up, her body aching from hours on the floor, and walked to the window. Dawn was still an hour away, but she could see the lighthouse in the distance, its beam cutting through the darkness in steady, predictable rotations. Three seconds of light. Seven seconds of darkness. Repeat. Her grandmother had told her once that lighthouses didn't go running around the island looking for boats to save. They just stood still, shining, trusting that their light was enough. Th

The old lighthouse had been dark for years. Perched on the jagged edge of Widow’s Point, the Black Hollow Lighthouse had been abandoned since the night Keeper Alden Rowe vanished without a trace. No one had taken the position after that. Some said he’d fallen. Others whispered the sea had claimed him for a debt long unpaid. Mara didn’t believe in sea-debts. But she knew what she saw. Three flashes. Evenly spaced. Deliberate. The pattern repeated. Her little brother, Toby, burst into her room. “Did you see it?”