Novel & Cerita Wayward Pines

Setelah menempuh perjalanan yang berbelok dan menanjak cukup tajam, melewati jalanan dengan pemandangan seolah berada di atas awan, akhirnya Uda Roni memarkirkan mobilnya di sebuah lahan parkir yang dikelilingi pohon pinus. Tempatnya tidak terlalu ramai, hanya ada beberapa mobil yang terparkir di sana. "Uda mau ikut?" tanyaku sekedar berbasa-basi.

Tak menunggu berapa lama akhirnya mobil Evan sampai di pekarangan rumah mewah kediaman keluarga Wijaya. "Alan, mau mampir dulu?" tawar Elena. "Tidak, Elena, mungkin lain kali," jawabnya mengukir senyum. "Baiklah, kalo gitu hati-hati ya," ucap Elena seraya membuka pintu lantas keluar mobil. "Oke." Evan melempar dua jarinya di atas kening membuat Elena tersenyum dan melambaikan tangan. Mobil BMW hitam itu melenggang meninggalkan pekarangan rumah Elena.

I pinch a strip of wildmint between my finger and thumb, smear it along the rim, then breathe a thin thread of light into the metal seam. “Sleep,” I whisper. A flicker of green, then nothing. No hum. No bite. Dead quiet. I jerk my chin. “Cross.” They do, in order: Nythor silent as snowfall; Fenrick with a wolf’s careless grace; Hadrian with an expression that says the log has personally offended him and must be defeated with dignity. The pine groans under him and holds. I pretend not to smirk. Past the gorge, the woods hunker down into thicker shadow. The Split Cedar stands ahead like a lightning struck sentinel, its heart cleaved and stitched with lichen. Wards hum here, my fingers tingle b

“We’re going.” *** The drive was three hours north, the Mustang eating up the miles as the landscape shifted from campus sprawl to dense, snow-dusted pine forests. Jax had the heat on low, music playing softly, one hand resting on Ryder’s thigh most of the way. When they finally pulled up to Silver Pine Lake, the sight stole Ryder’s breath. The water was vast and perfectly frozen, its surface glowing like molten glass under the setting sun. Tall pines ringed the shore, their branches heavy with fresh snow. It was completely silent except for the soft crunch of their boots as they got out.

Well, everything that happened the night before was just me hallucinating. I went back to the second ward and thanked Quince sincerely. I also went to get myself checked up. Once I made sure I was alright, I left the hospital. As the sunlight spilled across the avenue lined with trees on both sides, I found a roadside stall. After the night of adventure, I was starving. I got out of the car to get some food. It was seven in the morning, but the streets were buzzing with people. I did not know if it was the trees, but I felt a chill down my back. I turned around and saw that man.

As they continued their journey to the witches' tribe, the weight of their secret plan hung heavy in the air, both sisters acutely aware that they were treading dangerous waters. The sisters arrived at the outskirts of the witch tribe, a place shrouded in an eerie atmosphere. The sky above seemed perpetually overcast, casting a gray pallor over the twisted trees and gnarled bushes that surrounded the area. The very air felt heavy with a sense of foreboding, and the winds whispered secrets that sent shivers down their spines.

At first she was appalled that there were still kids like kira out in the woods, that she asked Kira to immediately take her and some other men down to where she used to live with the other kids. “Blood of Jesus” she had shouted when Kira had began the exciting task of leading them down the path that was supposed to take them to her home but the excitement quickly dampened when Kira soon realized that she didn’t know exactly which way led to home. From the interaction that had passed between Sister Geraldine and the mini army she had brought along, it seemed she was leading them to a bad forest that no one was supposed to ever enter. Sister Geraldine proceeded to pull Kira by the ear and yel

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "

The incredibly loud sound of pacing in fact, the slow and steady pacing of predator on a wet stone surface slowly started to fill the emptiness death have left in its wake. With sound came scent, I could smell the damp stale air then feel it creasing the exposed skin of my arms, feel the cold seeping into my bones from the stone slab under me. It took some effort to open my eyes, I wasn't fully aware of myself. Everything seemed strange, foreign and uncomfortable. Like my skin wasn’t my own! Forcing my eyes open, I was confronted with snow, it hovered and floated in the darkness over my head. Beyond it though was not sky, but a ceiling of stone. No, this was not snow but dust. I could see it