Wayward Pines Books Novels & Stories

"Yea, pick that up from a friend," "I see. Well W.I.K.D will kill you on sight, and your little doing last night has upped the security, you can't get in without being ID, but don't worry about that, just fall in the line of nomads going into the city. I will cover your ass to get in, getting out is all on you. The city is filled with tunnels, I suggest you use them," "I don't even know where they are—" "I will be in your ears," he set down a small microphone in my palm,

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.

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

Morrighan Yearwood is the Director of Mistfall Wilderness Camp. A tall woman with a trim figure, pale skin, and perfectly coiffed silver hair, Director Yearwood looks like she belongs in one of those prissy rich kid schools. But she’s here, overseeing the five islands. Her office stands out from the rest of the camp facilities, done up in shades of brown, gold, and white, with a huge intimidating fireplace, a plush carpet, and mysterious low lighting.

Two Weeks Earlier. "Is my outfit okay?" I nervously ask Faith for the tenth time in that past three minutes I am wearing an adorable knee length white dress with little pink flowers on it that I covered with a matching pink sweater so that I look more put together. For shoes I chose a pair of white sneakers and for hair I decided on loose curls. "Hanna, you look amazing" Faith responds genuinely with a small smile from my chair "Yeah, If Chadley doesn't think so then he's blind" Bailey cuts in as she continues to read a random fashion magazine from my bed

Matthias's eyes twinkled as he looked at Mason and Madison, his expression a mix of fondness and delight. I introduced Matthias to my twins, their small hands shyly reaching out to greet him. He knelt to their level, engaging them in playful banter and making them giggle with his charm. As Matthias spent time with Mason and Madison, a deep sense of joy and nostalgia filled his heart. He couldn't help but be reminded of his dear friend Jake, the twins' father, and the bond they once shared. Matthias knew that this unexpected encounter carried a profound significance—one that deserved to be shared with Jake.

By the time they returned to town, the sun had already begun its descent toward the western horizon. Evening wasn't far away. A strong sea breeze swept through the streets, carrying the sharp scent of salt. The two friends walked in comfortable silence toward the mansion of Ki Somanagara near the town square. Then a scream shattered the afternoon. A woman’s scream. High. Terrified. Echoing through the surrounding streets. Wisnumurti and Jaladri stopped instantly. “What was that?” Wisnumurti asked. “Maybe somebody got murdered,” Jaladri replied casually.

Pine Lake is set to be the stage on which the future war is fought, and won or lost. The fates work in ways I cannot comprehend. They give with one hand and take, indiscriminately, with the other. I have always taught my coven and new witches alike, that it is how they maintain balance, but deep down it feels like the fates are a force on a power trip. I should not speak ill of the higher powers, I do not know the bigger picture, but one thing is certain, the suffering they allow knows no bounds. I would go as far as to say they flirt with the boundary of cruelty.

said Wesley. “Okay, great. Which way was east again?” End of Book 7 If you enjoyed this book and would like to support the author please leave a review on the site where you got your copy or on Goodreads. A big thank you to all those who have supported me on Patreon.com/mooderino. Cheers, V Moody MoodyLit.com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad

Like a boat on a green carpet of tea-trees. The house is like that. The three of them were walking fast. Madhesia girls are walking along the distant Assam Road. The three were not talking. They entered deeper and deeper into the tea tree forest. And then hearing a horrible sound, Vishu stood up. Anushka asked, 'What? Bishu pressed his finger to his lips and asked to be quiet. The sound is halting, humming. Anushka hugged Khokon's hand.