Guiding Light 2 Novels & Stories

No one to tell these guys what to do. As he drove further east, the sky became darker. "About fifteen minutes more in case you're wondering Little Flower." "Okay," I looked ahead. Just as I was drowning in my own thoughts, something caught my eye. There was a soft glow up ahead to our left. I watched closer and the glow grew brighter. Only it wasn't a glow. Its looked more like a flame and it was moving.

They both decided to lock the door so that the seeker couldn't enter the room. "Ok, there's the lamp that we can use in case the seeker manages to break inside the room." Jaxx said, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I've got a tube here," Eshal speaks softly as she shows the long metal tube that she found under the bed. "Nice," Jaxx said as he hid inside the cabinet while Eshal decided to hide under the bed.

Confused, James asked, “What’s a guiding lamp?” Zeno took out an old scroll and opened it. There were mysterious words carved on it. James asked, “What’s this?” Zeno explained, “I found this in one of the ruins Emperor Raiah used to stay in. The ancient scroll records an unknown place where Emperor Raiah went. He deliberately left behind a guiding lamp. According to the ancient scroll, if one finds the guiding lamp, one can enter the dark outside Endlos, follow the footsteps of Emperor Raiah, and find him.”

Naglakad lakad muna ako sa campus at napadpad sa canteen ng Business Ad department nang matanaw kong muli ang lalaking nakita ko kahapon. He's alone. Busy siya sa pagha-highlight ng kung ano sa librong hawak niya. Kinuha ko ang lighter sa bag ko bago naglakad papalapit sa kaniya. "Is this yours?" I asked him. Umupo ako sa tapat na upuan niya. He's wearing a dark grey polo and black pants. He first looked in my hands where the lighter is then he finally looked at me. I smiled. Sinusubukang bumawi sa inis na dinulot niya sa akin kahapon.

The contact sent a steady warmth through the bond. “Close your eyes. Find the light the same way you did last night. Do not pull it upward yet. Just let it gather.” I obeyed. The quiet place under my ribs answered more easily than before. Soft white warmth collected there, waiting. “Now,” Drake said, “instead of letting it spill into your hands, guide it. Picture a single thread. Thin. Controlled. Send only that much forward.” I tried. The light surged too fast and bright sparks burst from my fingertips before I could stop them. I muttered a frustrated word under my breath.

— Silvana said, and Bruno approached me, taking my hand with strength, placing himself in front of me, and looking at me from the front. —Your guides will be your light on the path, they will guide you through the darkness, and you will have to face your worst fears. That is why they will prepare you to overcome them and find the way to the light. Every one of you is unique,— said Silvana, while her eyes were fixed on me, and she smiled when she saw me —some of you are unique and blessed. We were handed some white candles, the guides lit them, in my case it was Bruno, and he placed it in the middle of us, but the candle was in the air, nothing was holding it.

Lara recalled the cluster of security men converging on the helipad, blurred glimpses of an incredibly large white villa, and heat that only increased the nonstop pounding behind her temples. Jet lag had finally caught up with her. A rueful grimace slanted her face as she gingerly slid out of bed to gratefully appreciate that the ground beneath her feet was no longer rocking. It was dark outside. Locating the bedside light, Lara glanced at her watch. “8 pm… Are you kidding me?” The housekeeper, at least Lara assumed the warm, matronly woman who had come to her assistance was the housekeeper, had been a merciful savior. She had taken charge, banishing Christophe and helping Lara to bed.

It made no sound, yet the tunnel seemed to listen to it, the old stone taking on that hush sacred places sometimes carried right before a candle was lit. It refused to fall. It drifted forward, as if guided by some ancient memory of the path. The small globe of Emberlight ascended to shoulder height and glided ahead, unhurried, as if it carried the memory of every footstep ever taken through this passage. Its glow was steady, alive, painting the tunnel walls in molten gold. This was not the unruly hunger of Hellfire. It did not devour, did not assert dominion. It illuminated, it revealed, it moved with the patience of a saint’s vigil lamp, a guiding flame meant for sanctuary rather than judg

" My voice was shaking with terror as I asked. She remained silent. Rather, she moved in closer and stroked my hair. I felt like I had known her my entire life, so I didn't flinch. Then she moved close to me and said softly but firmly in a whisper, "The light rests inside of you." Follow the fire when it beckons. I stood confused, surprised by what she had said. She caressed my cheek again and gave me a dejected smile. "Take care my child," she whispered. Suddenly, a thick, silvery fog rose from the ground. It lifted her off her feet, curling around her like a living creature. "Hold on—!" I cried out as I reached through the fog, but all I could grasp was cold mist. "Who are you? Who is Lig

“It’s too dark and I am scared.” “Nothing would harm you. I am here with you and I’m not leaving you.” I growled, “You’re not alone.” There was a haunting silence. Only her soft pants could be heard and I was fine with it. As long as I knew she was still with me. Then, finally—a spark. “I think... I think I see something,” she whispered, a little bit unsure. “It’s faint… a flicker...” “That’s it,” I encouraged, relief swelling in me. “That’s the light. You need to move toward it, Luxuria. Slowly. Don’t rush. Just follow it. I’ll guide you.”