Wayward Pines Series Novels & Stories

I yell out as I place my bag beside my bed The doorknob quickly twists before revealing my my mom's face as well as my little sister, Isabella. I haven't seen much of her lately. She's usually hanging out with her friends or our aunt Carolina. "I made you some cookies" my mom says as she walks over to me and places the plate of cookies in my lap "I know that you didn't come in here just to give me a plate of cookies" I say as Isabella climbs onto my bed and sits beside me "You're right, are you getting used to being back?" She asks genuinely as I hand Isabella a cookie "If you ignore the fact that Chadley and Ava are making it their goal to humiliate me, the new girl is making me emotionally

Beyond them the pines rose in dense columns, their needles dark and glossy, the spaces between them dim as twilight. Each step away from the clearing felt like stepping off a map. The river’s sound faded. The bond in Ava’s head, that strange hum, grew sharper and more directional, like a compass pulling toward true north. She glanced back once — the circle of stones, the faint smoke rising into the mist, the last visible piece of their old world — and then she followed the wolves.

Pine and Fire The gates of Pine Wood Pack loomed high, wrought iron framed with stone, the crest of a wolf entwined with pine boughs carved above the arch. Beyond it, Evandra glimpsed the sweep of the forest—towering redwoods and firs rising like sentinels against the sky. Their resinous scent drifted in on the mountain breeze, earthy and sharp, clinging to everything. The SUV rolled to a halt, its tires crunching over gravel. Evandra’s hands fidgeted in her lap as she peered out the tinted glass. This was it. Her second homecoming, the second step on the path the Moon Goddess had laid before her.

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.

"Ezra said, ''Going to wind brook is dangerous. we couldn't even make it there in the storm. "Voss said, '' You will you have the zag you can teleport there. "Ezra said, ''We can't use the zag the sky have to be clear for users to use it. The red moon makes everything blurry. "Voss said, '' So that means you have to ride out of the moon valley. Then you can teleport to WindBrook. "Ezra said,

"So now, we wait." The sun was shining through the colored leaves, now changing colors from bright green to orange, red, and yellow. Some were even brown already. Leaves fluttered, floating gently in the wind and landing softly on the soft blanket of vibrant green grass. Fall was definitely here in the Oasis. Suddenly, the front door burst open, and a shifter came in, helping in another shifter. The shifter pressed what looked to be a wadded-up T-shirt into his side. "Over here!" I pointed to my station. "Bailey, I have this one."

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.”

The forest seemed to close in around them as they pressed forward, the mist growing thicker with each passing step. The Hollow Pines, once an eerie but familiar landscape, now felt like a maze, each path indistinguishable from the next, each shadow hiding something more dangerous than the last. Sera could feel the wolves’ presence lingering in the air, like a suffocating cloud—waiting, watching, stalking them through the trees.

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.

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