Abandoned Farmhouse Novels & Stories

he said as he continued typing on his laptop "From what I can see here, it's an unpopulated area and the roads are rough" Eagle eyes added "What is the only significant building spotted in the area? " Eden asked "Um.. I think it's.. Xavier's animal farmhouse, it's about 20km from where she stopped, " Eagle eyes replied Eden kept mute as he continued typing on his laptop. " I've spotted the location of the farmhouse, there is only one road leading to the farmhouse. It's an abandoned farmhouse, the whole place is deserted" he said after a few minutes

I got a map of the place and did some zooming in. He tossed me a detailed map and I scanned it with my eyes. " There's only a few residential houses, but most of them were abandoned. A particular one caught my attention." He said pointing at a spot on the map. " A dilapidated farmhouse that has been abandoned for almost a decade," I added. " Sounds like a good place to keep someone." He shrugged. I closed the map." Then we will search all the houses starting from this one. Get enough men, we don't know how many criminals we are dealing with." I ordered.

The farmhouse looked exactly as the reconnaissance had described. A low stone building set back from a dirt track, the red barn listing badly to one side behind it, half its roof gone to whatever storms had taken it. Overgrown yard. Dark windows. The smell of abandonment and old wood and the particular quality of a place that had been empty long enough to forget what occupancy felt like. Nothing moved. Which was, I noted as I crouched at the tree line with Max beside me, slightly too clean. “Something’s wrong,” Max said quietly into the mind link.

Thomas had been working with Stefan for some time and he remembered visiting that place before when Stefan was visiting it as well. The farmhouse was a separate house from the cottage. It belonged to their family as well but was initially built because their grandparents wanted to have a place to raise their own livestocks but the project barely lasted for a year and the farmhouse was no longer used ever since their grandparents passed away. “My feelings tell me she’s there, but I didn’t want to go there without weapons because if she’s truly there, that means someone is taking her hostage. But now I’ve got my gone, let’s head there right away.” He told Thomas who also had his gun ready at h

“We need shelter. There’s a road half a mile north. If we make it before sunset, we can find transport.” I nodded, but I couldn’t ignore the way his hand trembled when he reached for his gun again. He was running on willpower alone. We moved in silence for a while, the forest giving way to open fields and broken fences. The air was colder here, sharper. Every sound carried—the crunch of our boots, the whisper of wind through dry grass. When we finally reached the old road, I saw an abandoned farmhouse in the distance. The roof was half-collapsed, but it was something.

"Are you alright? Would you like some fruit? I'll peel it for you." I was certain that I was dead, yet my vision cleared up at that moment. In fact, I even heard a melodic male voice booming right next to me. It was such a shame that the man wasn't directing the question at me at all. My vision sharpened once again. I found myself staring at a simplistic ward belonging to a makeshift hospital located at the base camp of the tallest mountain in the world. Gerard Frost, my husband, happened to be caressing his best friend, Olivia Hallburg's cheek with his fingers. Worry was written all over his face.

Quinn’s POV Bishop brought the truck to a stop in front of what looked like an old farmhouse and the two of us stared out the windshield at the house. The house looked like no one had lived here in years, the lawn looked unattended and a few shutters hung crooked from the windows. Many years ago this house would have been in its prime but now it sat looking abandoned for decades. “Are you sure this is the address?” I asked him as the two of us finally stepped out of the truck.

I struggled to place it, desperate to figure out where I was. Then it hit me—the Sheffield estate, by the lake. There was an old, abandoned farmhouse not far from the estate. I’d stumbled upon it when Liam and Leander were busy preparing for the wedding. The wooden structure was rotting, covered in moss and mildew. This smell was the same. Fear clawed at my insides as I realized where I was. Panic surged through me, and I instinctively tried to call out to Erica, my wolf. But there was no response. It was as if she were being held back by a wall of darkness.

Where the hell was I? Blinking through the haze, I forced my bleary and burning eyes to focus on my surroundings. The place looked like it had been abandoned for decades—rotting wooden structures, tarps stretched between broken fence posts to create makeshift tents. An old farmhouse stood in the distance, its windows boarded up and its roof sagging. The scent of rogues was burning into my nostrils. It didn’t take a genius to know that I’d been taken to some kind of encampment; and a large one at that, which was surprising.

Rahl demanded as I approached. “None of your business," Henri retorted before I could answer, his voice icy and his demeanor frigid. “This cottage is ruined. Prepare the farmhouse where my parents lived when they got married. We will be staying there.” The farmhouse was a exquisite choice. It had outstanding furniture, four spacious rooms excluding the housekeeper's room, and there was a large garden in the backyard. My mom used to obsess over flowers, so my dad bought this farmhouse for her when they got married.