روايات وقصص ضمن The Guide

I glance at the Unwritten. At the first one. The most stable. The one that understood the rules first. “You help me,” I say to it. It looks at me. “Guide… others?” “Yes.” “Balance… maintained.” “Exactly.” It considers that. Then nods. “Guide… begins.” And just like that— It moves. Not away. But toward the others. Calm. Controlled. Purposeful. The other figures react. Not with fear. Not with resistance. With attention. Because it’s ahead of them.

“Still in one piece. Barely.” Anna looked down at the book, her hands trembling. “I think… I think it’s helping us.” “Let’s hope it keeps helping,” Logan said, sheathing his blade. “We need to move before anything else shows up.” --- The Gate to the Guides The group continued their ascent, the path narrowing as the cliffs grew steeper. Finally, they reached a massive stone gate carved into the mountain. Symbols similar to those in Anna’s book glowed faintly on its surface.

I muttered. Damien glanced at me. “You trust me?” I met his eyes. Completely. “Always.” That was all it took. They blindfolded me, instant darkness. “Alright,” the guide said, “Roxanne, Damien will guide you through. No touching...voice only.” I nodded slightly, steadying my breathing. “Start.” “Two steps forward,” Damien’s voice came instantly. Clear. I moved. “Stop.” I stopped. “Step right. Small.”

Thompson had returned to guide me, and I was ready to follow his wisdom, trusting in the journey that awaited me. I followed the clue given to me by Mr. Thompson, allowing it to guide me to my next destination. The path led me through bustling city streets, winding through hidden alleyways, and eventually brought me to the entrance of an old, dilapidated building. It stood tall, a stark contrast to the modern structures that surrounded it.

At first, nothing. Then Orion’s voice broke the silence. “Amber, wise human. You have done well to consult the Guides. Otherwise, we never could have helped you.” “We grant you passage,” Stone added. The water vanished in a mist, and solid ground returned. “Thank you,” Amber said gratefully—and jumped as the Guides appeared before her. their countenance, heartwarming. They looked at her like they were impressed with her. “Well, you both know how to make an entrance,” she teased, making them smile.

Luke inquires. I said, uncomfortably, "Nature's call." They nodded and left me alone, and I strolled to the guide without making a sound. I stood back and heard him say, "That's today's report, sir. I'll stay till the end of the journey and accompany her as you requested, sir... Yes, sir... It's-" "Why aren't you asleep yet?" I said as I approached him. The guide was surprised to see me and remarked, "I got a call... "

The shock of ice-cold water ripped me from unconsciousness. I blinked to find several grim-faced men looming over me, their eyes cold. Seven or eight cameras were mounted on tripods, all pointed directly at me. The leader smirked, a vicious twist of his lips. "Who do you think you are, touching a girl like Cindy?" He jerked his chin toward me. "Strip her. Make sure you get plenty of clear shots." Two men lunged forward, their hands tearing at my clothes.

I was a bit worried that it would crumble beneath me and I would fall into the stream below. It did not appear deep but the water sure flowed fast enough to whisk me away before help arrived. “It is deeper than you think and second. You cannot die here” my guide said. “Can you… can you read my mind?” Because I am very sure I did not say that out loud. She gave me no response and kept walking. Another act like she could not hear me. “I know you heard what I asked” letting her know I would not let it slide. “Sometimes. Other times, you shut me out of your mind” there was a shrug to end her sentence like it made any sense to me.

"Kid! Slow down! This road—" "Just tell me which way to go!" My voice was taut, my attention locked on the warped, blurry road ahead. "Turn left at the fork up ahead! Left!" "Skip that curve! It’s definitely buried under mudslides!" The guide leaned out the window, yelling hoarsely, pointing to a bend completely swallowed by churning mud. Rumble! A low, menacing roar echoed from above. "Watch out for falling rocks!" The guide screamed in terror! Several boulders, covered in slime, came crashing down the steep hillside beside us!

My wife, Gwen Baker, and I were in the car on our way to our destination. She was asleep against my shoulder. However, my eyes were fixed on the woman sitting diagonally in front of me. I shifted in my seat, trying to ignore the heat building in my body. She was our tour guide, Joanna White. She was stunning, with a figure that turned heads wherever she went. Her legs were long and elegant, and her waist was slim and well-defined. Everything about her made my heart race.