Wayward Pines Novels & Stories

"I just thought that she would've at least changed the date..." "Hey, we're here, alright?" Joshua grinned. Carter went up to Brayden to hug him. "I'll miss you." "Goodbye, Brayden." Delaney smiled. "What's your flight's name?" I asked him. "You know, so that I can at least track where you are." "Uh..." he looked down to see his ticket. "APTX 4869." "Sixty nine." Joshua laughed a little at that, in which he was jabbed in the ribs by Delaney and received an eye roll from Brayden.

“If you two are finished flirting with doom, we are leaving.” “We are not flirting,” I said. Cassian said nothing. I looked at him. He looked away. Absolutely not. No. Impossible. I pointed at Ben. “Walk.” He chuckled and kept moving. We left the camp just as the moon rose fully above the pines. The world turned silver. Snow muffled our steps. Carts creaked softly. Someone coughed. A child whimpered in sleep. Beyond that, the forest was too quiet. The path north was narrow and half-hidden beneath brush. Few humans used it. Fewer wolves. The trees grew thicker with every mile, their branches knitting together overhead until the moon became a broken thing glimpsed between black fingers.

The moon sat high and heavy above the pines when Tamsin reached the main den hall. Wolves milled in the shadows, their voices low, their eyes flicking toward her mark and then away. No one blocked her path, but their presence pressed against her like a weight she could feel in her bones.

The Silver Claw territory glowed under the amber embrace of dusk, the sun sinking behind the pines, painting the Dawn Pack packhouse clearing in hues of gold and crimson. The packhouse stood as a beacon of endurance, its cedar logs burnished by fading light, ivy weaving over beams like living veins, their leaves catching the last rays in soft glimmers. The clearing pulsed with quiet celebration—new benches lined the firepit, their wood polished, crescent carvings glowing faintly under torchlight. Lupines stood tall, their purple petals nodding, sweet musk mingling with pine sap, sage from the porch, and the warm tang of roasting venison, its sizzle rising from a spit over crackling flames. P

Then she opened the diary and turned to the next page. _____ Episode 53 – Lost in the Woods The GPS had died with a pathetic electronic sigh twenty minutes ago, and Hallie’s knuckles were bone-white on the steering wheel. The narrow, unpaved road, promised as a scenic shortcut through the Blackpine Forest, had devolved into little more than a muddy track swallowed by towering, ancient pines. Twilight was bleeding the last of the color from the sky, casting long, sinister shadows that seemed to reach for her little sedan. A low-hanging branch, unseen in the gloom, scraped against the roof with a sound like fingernails on a chalkboard.

As soon as Anushka heard that call, she felt that she had come to her place, no more fear. The tin door is made by cutting the wire mesh wall. While closing it, Anushka looked at the darkness behind. The small river after the bushes. There is still water up to the knees. In July, it falls on the feet. A chest in monsoon. But now her chest is blooming like a flower. As the night progresses, nature will start feeding on all the animals. What fun to look at. Anushka suddenly felt that no one else in the world feels cold except the only human. As she passed the kitchen into the yard, she saw the light of the hurricane.

Chapter 12: The Whispering Pines The Forbidden Grove was not a place found on any map of the five kingdoms. It existed in the "In-Between," a pocket of the world where the veil between the physical realm and the spirit wild was thin enough to bleed. To get there, Lucas, Audrey, and a small, elite guard led by Vane had to leave the safety of the stone fortress and trek into the Blackwood—a forest so dense that the sun struggled to touch the mossy floor.

His grip was firm, sending her off-balance, a flicker of unease in her gut. Colton's face was unreadable, his eyes icy as frost. The car ride was eerily silent. Colton's hands were clenched on the wheel, knuckles bone-white. Outside the window, the world blurred by, Whitney's heart pounding in her chest. They reached the snow mountain resort at dusk. As they were about to head up to the summit, Colton stopped. "Whitney, I forgot something in the car. Wait here." She nodded, shivering as the wind screamed around her, huddling in her coat for what turned into three long hours.

Owen hesitates. And that’s when I know— Whatever this is? It’s *not* going to be simple. We stop just outside of a small town, tucked in the valley, barely more than a few streets and a handful of buildings. Owen stretches as he steps out of the car, exhaling. “Welcome to Red Pines.” Levi shuts the car door, watching him carefully. “This is where your guy is?” Owen nods. “Yeah. But don’t expect a warm welcome.”

Emma hid her head in my cloak and I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “We’re fine Emma.” I said softly though I too was on edge. Eddy closed his eyes while Justin flipped a blade between his fingers. They were probably used to this feeling. The feeling of despair from just being near The Divide. “Where does it lead?” I questioned cautiously as we neared the gates on the far side. “Some say it leads straight to hell. Others believe the gods carved it into the land when they formed the mountains..” Justin spoke more to himself looking anxious.