Cabin Fever Books Novels & Stories

I become their secret, and they become mine. Mornings begin with shivers—mine and theirs. I brew willowbark and feverfew in cracked mugs, pushing warmth into frozen fingers, scraping at the frost on the windows as the first blue light creeps in. The air in the cabin tastes of sweat and pine resin, with the sourness of illness always just beneath. Some mornings I’m so tired I forget which cup is which, which set of herbs will ease a cough and which might spark a fever dream.

It was a suffocating mix of rot, stale incense, and some other unsettling stuff. The air was thick with odor, clinging to everywhere we turned. My first instinct was to turn around and leave. But this was no convenient trip; we left our comfort to save our mate. So we had to go through with it, regardless of the hassle. Inside, the cabin was even worse. Cobwebs dangled from the ceiling. There were piles of ancient books on one side. And on the other were torn fabrics, dried bones, and a badly littered floor. I wish I could turn off the sunlight that filtered through broken windows because it only made the mess more visible. The entire place was clustered. I tried to tear my eyes and nose fro

He jogged back towards me holding a book. "What's that?" I curiously eyed what he was carrying. Of course, it's another book! I suddenly felt excited. I'd naturally be curious about the books he owns! If I can only read every book in the world, I'd happily do so. I've actually read about a library. It's mentioned many times in the novels I've read, and I would love to visit one! Caleb handed me the book. It was color blue with two clouds in the front. One black and one white. The title said 'The Fault in Our Stars'.

Valen was no different, though his work involved more shouting and pacing. I spent most of my time reading the books I’d grabbed. I tried to find any mention of the strange book I’d seen in the dusty corner of the library, but none of my history texts mentioned vanishing literature. I began to wonder if I really had just been hallucinating from the fever.

She took a big breath and stared at the ceiling. Shaking her head. She climbed out while turning off the shower. Wrapping the towel around her. Making her way, out of the bathroom. Putting on more comfortable and loose clothes she sat on the bed. Taking out one of her favorite books, ‘The Cabinet of Curiosities (Prendergast, #3) Lincoln Child, Douglas Preston. She was currently on page fifty. It was just past eight. Tiredness stared to overtake her. Leaning back into her pillows she started to doze off. Her eyes started to close, and she fell asleep with her book in her hand.

I slip into a random empty paired seat and sink into the window seat, trying to push William Ravenstone out of my head. Bibah pushes our luggage into the compartment made for them under the seats, then sits next to me with a sigh. She takes off her bucket hat as she gets comfortable, loosening the end of her scarf and then bringing out a shiny new book and a bottle of water from her tote bag. I glimpse the title of the book; Five Survive by Holly Jackson. The bus continues to fill up steadily, with students seating themselves next to their mates or their friends.

He would find a way to get here. To distract herself from her worries, Lila decided to explore the cabin. She climbed the narrow staircase to the loft, which turned out to be a single, small room with a low ceiling. A simple bed was tucked into one corner, covered with a thick, woolen blanket. A small wooden chest sat at the foot of the bed, and a bookshelf lined one wall, filled with old, leather-bound books. Lila ran her fingers along the spines of the books, her eyes scanning the titles. They were primarily focused on folklore, mythology, and ancient history. There were also a few books on magic and the occult, their pages filled with strange symbols and diagrams.

Why hadn’t I brought a third book? I cook lunch early to give myself something to do and then head out for a walk. The air is crisp and fresh, the light layer of snow from the night before melting away, leaving behind a thick layer of dew on everything. I look back at the cabin and strongly consider swimming in the freezing lake rather than go read the book about fae mates some more. But the cold gets to me and I end up going inside. I groan while picking it back up. I’ll just skim those parts. I think.

I turned away from the window and faced the cabin’s interior, my eyes scanning across the simple but warm space. Kai had tried his utmost to make it comfortable for me. He had tossed a thick quilt over the bed. A kettle steaming gently over the fire. A battered bookshelf filled with old tomes and scrolls. My fingers itched to move, to do something. Anything to prevent me from sinking in dread. Drifting toward the shelves, I ran my hand gently over the spines. Most of the books were tales from before the Great Divide, wolf lore, and old pack records.

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”