The Wayward Pines Trilogy Novels & Stories

Here we go again maybe I should use it, sorry the Montromey Kingdom for using your name this borrowed identity will pay you back in the future. "Stand" I call as I get off in this bunk and approached the window. Blue sky, white clouds, Laffy mountains, a mountain of yaks, birds flying in the sky, grasses and leaves dancing with the wind and the sun is smiling proudly, daylight transmits his encroachment. "Where am I?" I sound out after watching the mesmerizing scenery outside and face them as the wind kisses my skin but I don't feel cold at all. "Evergreen pack of southeast territory" one of the guys with red hair answered. Montromey territory and now southeast territory so what next?

I uncorked the entire bottle of potion I’d gotten from the witch and drank it all in one go. My chest flared with searing pain, and my wolf let out a howl of anguish. I severed every mind-link I had with them. Taking one last look at the villa that held all our memories, I turned, walked away, and never looked back. There was nothing worth staying for here. The dry, hot wind fed the flames until the roaring fire swallowed the entire villa whole. The house that once held our laughter and love was now reduced to ashes and ruin.

"Get lost! Don't stand in our way of courting Ms. Jane!" Andre couldn't say a word in his defense. Overcome with rage, he fainted on the spot. Dad was enraged when he finally learned the truth from me. From then on, he began to target and attack the Twilight pack. The Twilight pack was hanging on a thread. After Dad retaliated against them, they finally faced their downfall. Losing their homes, they lived like nomads and became social outcasts. Callie had intended to marry Easton only because of the wealth of the Twilight pack. Even after learning that Andre had assumed Easton's identity, she did not care about the truth as long as she could live comfortably.

I lost the count how many times we made love. Later when I get exhausted, Aspen took me in his arms, and I placed my head on his chest inviting the sweet slumber after our lovemaking. Book 2 of this will come soon All questions about winter's family will be answered. And an excellent session will be taught to winter's family. It will be the last book. Thank you so much for reading . COMPLETED DATE: 24-11-2020

A smile of nostalgia took over Pines' features. After discovering he was a homose.xual, his family and pack disowned Pine. He was a stain on the family's reputation, and to rectify that, his father sided with the Alpha, and they banished him. His elder brother was the title Gamma, so in their minds, Pine was a chuck-away anyway. His mother tried and fought for him, but it was useless. Pine came from a pack where females were subservient and listened faithfully to their mates.

The road into Black Hollow narrowed the farther Evelyn Hart drove, until the asphalt itself seemed to hesitate, curling into the dark woods like a reluctant traveler. Towering pines pressed in from both sides, their needles whispering in the wind, and for a moment she wondered if she had taken a wrong turn somewhere past the county line. Her GPS had given up an hour ago, screen flashing with the cruel taunt: No signal.

The border of the Silver Crest territory was no longer a line of lush pines and vibrant wildflowers. It was a scar across the earth. On one side, my side, the Blackwood Ravine’s influence had bled into the soil, turning the mud into a rich, dark loam and the trees into towering sentinels of silver-barked oak. On the other side lay the wasteland Fenris had created through his own hubris—a landscape of gray dust and skeletal branches that rattled like teeth in the wind.

If they didn’t act, there would be no Blackpine, no Twilight, no legacy. He drew in a breath, the fire rising with it, searing, eager. “Together.” They moved as one. Arden and Lyra ran toward the southern ridge, their wolves howling inside them, their fire answering with a song that shook the air. Warriors fell back as they passed, recognizing something in their stride that was not just courage but inevitability. The violet-eyed wolves surged forward to meet them, teeth bared — and then froze. Because the heirs burned.

He was still telling himself that when the GPS lost signal twelve miles outside of town. He wasn't surprised. The town had always existed in its own universe — slightly out of reach, slightly out of time, the kind of place that didn't care whether the rest of the world could find it. He remembered that about it. He remembered more than he wanted to. The way the pines pressed close on both sides of Route 9 like they were leaning in to get a better look at who was coming. The way the sky above the treeline was always a different color here than it was anywhere else — deeper, somehow, more deliberate, like the light had made a decision about what it wanted to be before it arrived.

I run back to the place where we live and on my way, I keep on praying that Gahala would be fine. I entered the the gate and headed to my place. We are staying far from Enlaja outside of the forest but the sorroundings are still dark. Inside of the big compound, all werewolves are living there. We have our own place or small house that will seperate each other. Nearby, there was a river where I always go because I found peace in there. Sometimes, I hope my parents left me at Enlaja and I am considered as a fairy even if I am half werewolf but then it is impossible for that to happen because the fairies will always remembered my mother's betrayal to them.