A Map For The Missing Novels & Stories

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

Vladek's eyes widened at his sibling´s declaration. -What do you mean the tattoo isn't complete?- He growled showing his teeth. Given this, his partner in his arms wanted to put distance but did not let her. His grip on her body was firm. His siblings lowered their heads. Vladek was rarely seen so upset. -One part is missing- Karia said with tight lips- The last part is missing, so we don't really know where the map takes us-

The stone tablet was made of a special material, making its forgery impossible. As a result, the rest of the people naturally had nothing to say. That way, ten maps were collected. There was still one piece of the map missing. It should have been in the hands of Ling Shixiong of the Black Evil Sect, but it was currently missing. "There is just one part missing. Judging from it, it should be the tenth section of the map. No matter which force has it, no matter what purpose this force has, I think it will definitely appear at that time. After all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It will be hundreds of years later when we can have the opportunity to find the mysterious ruins again if

Hugh quickly followed after me. “My Lord, Lyra isn’t here. She’s missing. She could have something to do with this.” I said nothing; I could barely think straight as I made my way through the palace and into my study. I went to my desk and rummaged through it for the files that listed our trade routes, the money we expected to receive, and the rare goods being transported from across the land. My hands fumbled when I couldn’t find the documents. “They’re missing,” I said through my teeth. I turned to Hugh, my eyes narrowing. “The maps are gone. They were here.”

Ryan's voice rose sharply through the phone, yanking me back to the present. His voice was thick with irritation when he said, "You must transfer the 150 thousand dollars today!" I took a deep breath. My heart was still pounding, my palms slick with cold sweat. In this life, I wouldn't let them manipulate me again. Grinding my teeth, I said, "I don't have any money!" Before he could respond, I hung up. As the screen went dark, the image of myself crushed beneath car headlights from my previous life flashed before my eyes. Then, tears started streaming down my face. These ungrateful sons—I was done with them!

We will find her my son ’ ‘It’s like he just disappeared. We can’t find any trace of him. The places we suspected him to have been are already been vacated before we get there. If his group is big enough to launch that kind of attack he must be somewhere that can occupy everyone while also hiding in plain sight. What am I missing?’ we both stared at the map. ‘Outdated’ ‘Excuse me?’ ‘Sorry I didn’t mean to break your focus, it’s just your map is outdated’

he asked. “I’m not sure I am,” Anne said, “but whether I’m ready or not, we’ll have to.” She raised her eyes to him. “Damon’s map is gone.” “What?” Ruben asked, half-alarmed. “It’s fine,” Anne said. “I had the map almost memorized, really, and now I’m doing my best to recall what I can. We have Raul’s map right here. I think we can still get to where we need to be.”

"Are you the one with the truck?" He opened one eye. "Sometimes." She showed him a notebook with her name scribbled big on the cover. "Then take that. It's my map." Caelan knelt to examine it. Rivers, bridges, lined through with dotted lines, trees that were no longer standing. "You memorized all of this?" "I sketched it so people won't get lost again." He creased the page like a paper. "Then I won't lose that either." --- 9:26 AM – Foundation Mobile Outpost, Hilltop Overlook

The boy’s disappearance in the ravine didn't just leave a memory; it left a map burned into the obsidian floor. It wasn't a map of our world, but a series of interconnected ley-lines that stretched far beyond the Great Oceans, reaching toward continents we had only heard of in the fever dreams of sailors.

“Not inside. Not anymore. He’s waiting. For something. For someone.” Yvette knelt before her, brushing the girl’s hair from her forehead. “You’re safe. Do you hear me?” Cara didn’t answer. She looked toward the woods. “I think he’s in the well.” Yvette froze. “But we sealed it,” Tristan said from behind. Cara shook her head. “You sealed a well. But not his.” --- The map came from Elise’s journal. They found it by accident—wedged behind a false panel in the upstairs study. Yellowed pages. Handwritten scrawl. Symbols and routes and warnings. One line had been underlined over and over: