The Guide Novels & Stories

“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.

We've been here for all intents and purposes all day with virtually no results, which makes my disappointment ratings rise to heaven. “I think… I think it's here, Mason out of nowhere gives up, pulling the guide out of his coat pocket to investigate. “Are you sure?” “Because I only see typical trees,” I mutter through my teeth, stopping when he does too. “Indeed.” “Here it is,” he lets me know unquestioningly in his voice and then turns up from the guide. There should be an open space around here, he draws attention, pointing his pointer at the area directly before us, which is covered with trees. Perhaps he wouldn't prefer to f

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.

“Now the guide will give you a tour of the facilities," then he stepped aside and the guide, with two others took his place. “Hello everyone," the man that looked to be in charge said in a weird accent. “I want you to group yourselves in three and the guide will begin.”

He growled, " He will never be able to touch you! He might have succeeded in the past but not now. He needs to learn his lesson of never getting in the way of mated wolves. " I smiled at him and we exchanged a small gesture of gratitude to the painting of a white wolf in the corridor. The Soul Guide. The one who would guide every wolf to listen to their inner voices and win over any enemy. "This room is open. " Katie told us as she held open the huge doors to the chamber. As went in, the darkness welcomed us. But the special shifter eyes allowed us to look without any difficulty as we tried to see if there was something important to check here in the room. The moonlight was enough to clear o

, he finishes and I nod, moving with the crowd as the guide leads us to the hall that we will be meeting William. “So it’s my pleasure to begin this tour with our founder Mr. William Smith”, the tour guide says as William steps out flagged by almost 10 bodyguards, he smiles and stands at the top most step, not bothering to step down, a guard moves to take the microphone from the guide and passes it over to William.

I can carry it by myself. "May I, if you don't mind?" said the guide. Why do I find this guide intimidating? "It's alright." "You don't look like you're okay," I replied as I took Madison's luggage. "I'll carry your luggage. I'll return it once I'm certain that you're safe to carry it." And began strolling through the forest, following a route.

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.