Wayward Pines Books 소설 & 이야기

After Varethkaal is sealed, Clara and Ashani uncover evidence that WildWood was only one node in a network of ancient, sleeping powers. The roots of these dark entities—known to the Yanuwah as the Deep Ones—spread beneath ley lines and forgotten places. Now, something has begun to stir in the northwest, near a coastal town where strange weather, disappearances, and madness are creeping inland. Emily’s spirit lingers, tethered to the new node… and a child, born near the ruins, may carry a seed of the old darkness.

And she thought of the adults in the house, the friends outside, and the way each action, each word, could ripple outward. Gemma’s pen finally touched the page, moving almost of its own accord. She wrote of the porch, the wind, the laughter, the quiet moments and sharp edges. She wrote of the things people didn’t say, the secrets they carried, and the truths that were waiting, patient and unyielding.

V. Sitting in the back of Alpha Jackson's big SUV I had my eyes closed. Not asleep, just resting. The Alpha, Luna, and three boys were sending me to the airport. Our pack being as big as it was, had it's own airport. It was just a small one. We used it only when we needed to. If we wanted to go to Seattle for the day we just drove. But if we needed to catch a flight at Sea-Tac this was the best way to get there. Also if someone out of town was coming in to visit we used our plane to bring them here. But mostly we drove to where we needed to go when we weren't in a rush. "I wonder if Venus has settled on her plane yet?" Luna Alice asked.

Just as I walk out of sight I hear Jessie send a low growl through the link before I close it off. Peyton and I walk towards the tree line just making small talk. It is a crisp fall day and the view of the forest and the changing fall leaves are breathtaking. All of the reds, yellows and oranges make the trees look like they are ablaze with the different colors of Autumn. Mother Nature does some of her finest work this time of year and I absolutely love the crisp air.

This is it. Stepping further inside, my fingers traced the spines of books as I scanned the titles, searching for anything related to priestesses. After a few minutes, I found a section labeled Sacred Lineages and pulled out the first book that caught my eye. I was just about to settle into one of the chairs when the door creaked open. I turned, expecting maybe Brandon or Alpha Rhett—because, apparently, he had a habit of appearing whenever I least expected it—but instead, it was Ares.

I tell him before ducking outside and sparking up a smoke as I lean on my polished bike. My thoughts wander to the woman who called herself Flames last night. She'd had my attention as soon as her wide green eyes had met mine, her full lips curled in an amused smile as she casually dealt with Tanya. When she walked into the bar, I'd stood back and observed as everyone tracked the fiery red heads movements through the room. Whether she meant to or not, she managed to get the attention of everyone in there and I'm sure caused a few to suffer from their eyes wandering off of their ol' ladies. When she has walked away from me outside, my c**k had jumped in my trousers as I watched her round hips

I like the way the noise fills the place, even for just a second, before the silence oozes back in. The bar’s been mine since I was twenty-three and dumb enough to think inheriting a failing business meant people would finally stop asking about my dead parents. The Wayward Pine: home of the “best wings north of the Silverflow” and more ghosts than paying customers. Some nights, I think the ghosts are the better company.

Knox’s POV As I pull up to my mother’s house in the Evergreen Estate on the south side of Chicago, I feel that familiar mix of peace and nostalgia hit me. To anyone else, this place looks like a damn mansion, three stories, brick and stone, wraparound porch, manicured lawn with the little white fence, and all that. But to me? It’s just home.

Anyway, book 2 will be available for purchase from retailers around mid-January or the first week of February (there's a ton of editing I need to do while also working on book 3). Blurb: Twilight and Trey have finally reconciled and accepted each other as mates. They still have a long way to go with problems heading their way as they try to understand the true meaning of love. There’s still the unresolved issue of another mate and the mate bond still tying Twilight to Takumi. As much as she doesn’t want it and avoids anything that would potentially lead to its growth, it still weighs heavy on her. As temptations begin to rise, will she succumb to the bond, or will she successfully break free

The morning broke with a brittle chill, the kind of cold that settled deep beneath the skin and made every breath sharp and fleeting. Frost coated the pine needles and the earth, glittering faintly under the pale light of a winter sun struggling to rise. I stood at the edge of Ashfang camp, my wolf Nyx restless beneath the surface, sensing the tension that clung to the forest like a suffocating shroud. Ahead of me stretched the wild, tangled maze of Frostwillow — a land both beautiful and dangerous, where twisted trees loomed like dark sentinels and ancient shadows whispered of things best left forgotten.