The Lighthouse Novels & Stories

I murmured. That gave me an idea. I fumbled through my bag and found the keychain flashlight, which wasn't going to be helpful, but the other side was a laser pointer. I pointed it towards a threshold in a mirror. As the light left the flashlight, the red beam became visible. It wasn't just a spot like in our world, instead, it was a path of light. "Whoa," I whispered. Then louder, I asked, "Can you see that?" Remi's image looked left and right following the red beam in front of him. "Yes! Let me follow it."

Ruin said. “And that?” I pointed towards the horizon where the edge of the city fused with the darkness around. “Can’t you see the rotating beacon at the top? It’s a lighthouse, belladonna. Although everything about that lighthouse is quite dark,” he said. “What do you mean?” Ruin pulled out the quill from his inner coat. “That’s where they prepare this special ink and quill,” he said and put the quill back in his coat. “What’s dark about it?” I asked.

Isabella POV As Justin and I strolled along the wooden porch, I noticed the two waiters ahead, carrying our suitcases toward the house. The faint sound of the ocean waves reached my ears, prompting me to glance back at the yacht anchored in the distance. The glow from the porch’s light posts brightened our path and a cool breeze swept through, brushing against my skin. I shivered involuntarily, drawing closer to Justin. Without a word, he slipped an arm around my shoulders, his hand gliding gently along my arm, warming me.

I turned to look at someone waiting quietly not far away, smiling with crinkled eyes. "The role of lover has always been reserved for him, from beginning to end." I took a step back, waved to Jeffery, and sincerely said goodbye. "Farewell, Jeffery."

Nate, who was the flower boy, trailed behind Henry with a small bouquet in hand. From my seat in the crowd, I saw the look of bliss on Emma's face, and I felt happy for her. The lights dimmed, and the spotlights focused on the newly married couple. Stuart sat beside me. Henry's law firm conducted business with the company, and Stuart had been invited as a VIP guest. He was acting somewhat differently today. He seemed a bit restless. Observing the happy couple, I couldn't resist remarking with a sigh, "Emma looks so happy!"

Amelia cried out in pain, her eyes briefly losing all light. Panic set in as she screamed, "Samuel! Samuel, what's happening?! I can't see anything, I'm blind…" Without hesitation, Samuel dove into the lake and saved my mother. He tried to revive her with all he could do, but she showed no signs of life. Meanwhile, Amelia scrambled to her feet. Guided by the dim light, she zeroed in on Samuel. Her eyes were wild with fury as she hissed, "You're going to pay with your life!"

Phoenix gives me the bare minimum information and his legs tense under my head. “Boat?” I ask, needing a distraction from the pounding in my head. I’ve never been on a boat. Despite living on the beach, the thought of the open sea always made me feel uneasy, not that I would have been allowed on a boat anyway. “We need to take a boat to the lighthouse. You will love it there. It’s on its own little island about a half mile off the mainland. The island is only a couple of acres but it has a little kitchen garden and some chickens. Most importantly it is safe. We employ a lighthouse keeper to maintain the place and keep it stocked and ready for times like this.

He still laughed here and there But the second we stepped inside, the warmth faded. The doors close behind us with a soft, echoing thud. The air always feels colder in the house footsteps are coming from down the hallway it's Lilith telling us that dinner is ready and that Mr. Coldwell is waiting I sit between Mason and Nixon the earlier laughter is gone and replaced with something heavy in the air Mr Coldwell sits at the head of the table calm and unreadable he hasn't said much of anything but his presence in the room is enough to mute the room entirely

I assure him, there's only one gift that I know that he's giving me today, and, with my nerves returning whenever I think about it, I'm happy to prolong it. We sit and eat our sandwiches, watching the water slam against the sand with such fury, the clouds above us darkening as they cover the sun. The lighthouse nearby reflects a stunning amber glow onto the bed of water. "Have you ever been inside the lighthouse?" I ask Andy, mesmerised by the building's grand presence that overlooks the ocean. I imagine what it would be like to live there, to see the ships rolling past your windows each night and to know that you helped guide t

he said, his voice so flat I could not read him. "Yeah," I muttered, not even looking up as I shuffled through some papers that did not matter anymore. He took a step closer, and I could feel the weight of an unseen pressure bearing down on me. "Zephyr City's a real maze, with secrets as deep as the ocean. Wouldn't you rather stay in Cascade City? I'm here, at least." There was a worry in his eyes that I did not recognize. I swiftly, icily replied, "I can handle myself, Mr. Porter. You should save your concern for yourself."