Wayward Pines Novels & Stories

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.

Today though, Jason, Frankie, Will and I are going to the cemetery to visit mom as well as Jason and I walking around the neighborhood to look at the snow. Frankie and Will show up at the house around noon and we leave for the cemetery in Will's car. Jason and I are in the back seat while Frankie is in the passenger seat. As we pull into the cemetery entrance, I notice how beautiful the trees, the ground and the headstones are with their dusting of snow. We get out of Will's car to walk to mom's plot. Frankie, Will and I brought mom a pink rose each and we lay them upright against mom's headstone.

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.

The pains began at moonrise. I walked through them at first—pacing the great hall, hand trailing the stone walls my father had built, counting breaths as the Northern Pack midwives watched in silence. They had never attended a Spirit-Walker birth. They had never attended the birth of an heir to three territories. "Alpha-daughter," the senior midwife said, scarred throat working, "the pup turns. The position is... difficult." I stopped, gripping a timber beam, feeling the contraction build like a wave. "Difficult for whom?"

The venue was breathtakingly stunning, and Louisa couldn't help but gush at the scene as her mother led her down the aisle, with the Bridal March serenely playing in the background. Everything was put together perfectly, and Louisa was glad that after a long deliberation, she had settled for an outdoor garden wedding. Even the sun was shining just right, not too hot to make everyone uncomfortable, and not so down to make the setting gloomy, it was just perfect. William stood at the end of the aisle, waiting for her, his eyes shining with unshed tears and love at the sight of his daughter happily scattering flower petals for her mum to walk on. His eyes shifted to the woman in question, and t

The moment he confirmed that I put on the seatbelt, he hit the gas and we revved away from the hospital. “Care to explain? This is not some kidnapping attempt, right?” I asked. “Oh, yeah. Right.” He reached out for something in the compartment of his car and handed a picture to me. “That’s Xavier Hawthorn. He is that guy I told you about. He is a mercenary with no master. Just pay him and he will be your loyal dog for as long as you can.” “A mercenary, huh. That means that his master is money itself. If someone else pays him more than I could, then he would surely turn against me. What a great suggestion you have here, Kyle.”

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

"How could you let something like this get out of hand? And let that woman walk around like she owns the place, flaunting herself in front of you?" "The trending topic was cooked by Owen," I patiently explained. "That woman is his mistress. Dad, this isn't my fault. I've already asked people to take it down." "Not being able to control his heart is your fault," Garrett snorted and hung up the phone. As the car pulled off, the driver turned his head and said, "Miss, we've arrived at the villa." I numbly opened the car door, taking slow, deliberate steps toward the dark house, as I chewed over Garrett's pompous words.

For a brief moment, they were overcome by warmth, and then it dissolved, as soon as they again drowned in the shadows under the crowns of a palisade of centuries-old pines and spruces. - What fresh air here! — Kayla said enthusiastically, enjoying the breeze coming from the half-open window. She gracefully tucked a strand of resin that had escaped from her hair behind her ear and turned to her daughter, who was sitting in the back seat. Her face lit up with a smile: “Lia, isn’t this a wonderful place?” - It couldn’t be more wonderful. It’s reminiscent of a hackneyed opening to a horror film: there’s wilderness all around, and we, like banal stupid heroes, are going to a forgotten town where

“Feel all right this morning? Burnam was up at daylight and rode off to look at the woods. He left word for you and me to go over your tract and report. Had your breakfast? Well, go get it quick.” Joe hurried over the meal, had Snowball brought round, and they rode off, Wilson going with them. The former wagon-trail into the woods was badly choked with fallen timber; they had to make continual detours, and pick their way among the pines. The big turpentine tract lay in a rough rectangle north and south, and the storm, passing right down the middle, had raked it from end to end. The magnificent pines strewed the ground, were broken off at mid-height, stood leaning against one another, ready t