A Map For The Missing Novels & Stories

Selene's POV "Something is missing." I said it to the wall. The wall did not answer. The wall had nine pages of map pinned across it and two hundred and six individual lines of connection drawn between forty-three names spanning four decades, and the wall had been patient about the fact that I had been staring at it since six in the morning, but the wall was not going to help me. I picked up my tea. I sipped. I set it down. Something was missing.

His gray eyes were fixed on the terrace doors watching for any sign of trouble that the digital protection was down. "The system did not just lose the connection, Julian, " Elena said quietly. Her voice was calm and clear. She leaned back against him, feeling his warmth. Her fingers played with the silver ring on her hand. "It completely removed the ridges information from the Albany maps. To anyone looking at the maps now this place does not exist. We are like a spot."

Zara is more important, but this little girl still has some explaining to do. Strong winds shifted Kaima's pen, which caused it to roll off the table, and Kaima rubbed her arms in an attempt to warm herself before picking her pen up. That earthy scent. It's time for the first rain of the year. Bye harmattan. "I'm not surprised though, I mean, who in her situation wouldn't be confused" An unsettling creak from the door caught both kaima's attention and mine. "It's just the wind. Don't tell me you're scared..." The mocking smile on her face froze as the door swung open. A metal door. What the hell is happening? Two men clad in black stepped in and one looked directly at me, His lips forming a

It was always her birthday. The officer had already unlocked it. He opened the Notes app. There was only one entry, dated the day she went missing. He played the audio recording from the app. The recording began with loud wind noise, like she was outdoors. Then Lena’s voice, urgent and low, like she was recording in secret. “Zoe… if you’re hearing this… I’m in Silverridge right now. I found something really bad.” My hand clenched into a fist. “Tristan Shaw is gambling.

A feeble excuse and he could tell she knew it. "Ooh, a map," Kendrick mocked as he grabbed at the second item she handed him from the bag. The hand drawn map contained very little detail. The name of the village they departed from. A giant N for north. A few landmarks like the lake they currently camped by, but he frowned as he began to recognize the longitude and latitude codes scribbled in beside the landmarks. He yanked out his own notepad with its backup set of instructions in case things like his GPS got lost. Sure enough, the woman's codes matched his, right up to the last known position of the missing girls, plus a few extra ones. But her map also had something he didn't. An X. "What'

I am directionally challenged. I don't remember routes well, and I get lost quite easily. Wyatt Zimmerman, my best friend, refuses to believe me and insists on helping me fix this problem. He even gets Queenie Jackson, my foster sister, and Yvonne Lambert, my childhood sweetheart, on board to put me through "special training". They get off the subway before I do whenever we travel, leaving me alone at the station. They quietly leave through another entrance whenever we go shopping, leaving me wandering alone like a fool as I search for them. They always say it's to train my sense of direction. I step away to use the restroom during lunch today, and by the time I return, the three of them

He slams the door shut once we're inside, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Did you find a map?" I ask. getting my bearings together. "No," Sebastian growls lowly. "And I don't think we will." My brows knit together. "Why?" Sebastian holds my gaze, his own reflecting a hint of discontent. "Everyone's maps are missing." My eyes widen, panic swirls in my head like a rough tide. "Or at least it appears to be that way," he says. "I checked every inch of all of their's rooms."

"THIS is the map of the entire place," Akira said as he laid out a map on the table that he had been holding rolled up earlier. I looked closely at the contents of the map. With the numerous locations and its vastness, it seemed like we would have a hard time searching, especially since there was no specific place where Amara was said to be residing. Furthermore, no one had seen her for a long time. She may already be dead. I don't know! Sometimes, I just want to go crazy and cry out of anger and frustration because I don't know how to find her and if there's even a chance for that to happen.

"Good news, alpha. Come over to the gazebo. Tiago and I are waiting for you." I turn back instantly and rush to the gazebo where Tiago is with Lester. In between them is a table with a drawing. A map. "What is this?" I ask Tiago as I settle down. "This, alpha, is the map containing all the secret passages in the manor." "That means, it's time to start hunting for the talisman moonstone, alpha." My beta intones, clearly excited. My eyes are wide. Their words hard to penetrate my mind. Is this real? Am I close to getting the moonstone? TBC.

Logan couldn't get an answer to this question. He saw a tap in a corner and rushed towards it. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't bringing out water. He looked around the tap and saw a map. It resembled the map of the lost city like the one he had been reading that Silas gave him. The only difference was that it was a different colour and it didn't have the pencil markings on it that Logan made on his own map. “How did it get here?” Logan muttered under his breath.