Cabin In The Woods Book Novels & Stories

“Jason has no relatives. We rarely go out of town during the holiday season. But Jason once took me to Mount Baker. That was about four years ago. Jessica was still very young at that time and still often fussy when took to travel far. Then before we got to our destination, Jason invited us to stay at a cabin house near the woods, on the way to Mount Baker. Jason said his grandfather own the cabin and had gave it to him. Jason didn't like living in that cabin, so he rarely went there. But because Jessica was fussy at the time, we had to stop at the cabin for the night before we continued our journey to Mount Baker.” "Where is the cabin?" Calvin asked impatiently. "I don't know where it is. A

But I swept those thoughts away and sat back on the bed with fresh tea and the book. "Ick," I sputtered over the bitter drink until my tongue was ready for me to try again. It was scalding hot and not what I was used to drinking in Laernear. Before long I was on my second cup and nearly done with the book. Thumping boots greeted me, and I whipped my head up to see Caliban approaching the door. I sighed in relief that it was him and not the owners of this cabin coming out of season. This time he had a doe over both of his shoulders. His amber eyes glanced at me as he stomped in, but he turned away after seeing the book in my hands. I rolled my eyes in his direction and went back to reading wh

I winced in pain and immediately laid back on the bed. That seemed to have jolted my memory because I could remember everything that had happened. I had passed out from shock. What I had seen in the woods had been both amazing and terrifying. Some wolves turned into humans. And they looked so gorgeous in their human form. How was that even possible? I had read about tales of Werewolves but I had just assumed them to be fiction and myths. Worst of all I had wished that it had all been a dream. But this was all real. They must have brought me here when I passed out. But why? Weren’t they about to eat? Realizing that they were humans made some things make sense. Like when the black wolf had bee

The cabin seemed to be shrouded in secrets, and I was determined to uncover them. With a deep breath, I approached the cabin. The wooden door was closed, and I hesitated for a moment before reaching out and grasping the handle. It creaked open, revealing a dark interior that was illuminated only by the flickering of a single candle on a rickety table in the corner. The air inside was musty and thick, with a faint smell of smoke and herbs. The walls were lined with shelves that were crammed with books and jars of all shapes and sizes. The floorboards were uneven and creaked with every step I took.

Now I started to wonder why my father wouldn’t want me to get there. The journey was swift, the crunching of leaves beneath our feet echoing the urgency in our hearts. As we approached the cabin, the scent of burning wood and paper filled the night air. The distant glow of flames painted an ominous picture against the otherwise serene backdrop of the forest. The cabin, nestled among the trees, was a small structure primarily used for storing ancient books and scrolls—repositories of our pack's rich history and lore during my grandfather’s leadership. When we reached the cabin, the fire was almost down. I thought it was huge because of the way the patrol mind linked us, but it appears that it

A week passed, and I started another week, with no thoughts of giving up. But on this fateful day, I arrived at the cabin, knowing I’d find the door tightly shut, the windows covered, the water transparent as ever, and the apples I had grown tired of hanging on the trees—red, green. But I was so bored of it that the sight of it alone hurt. However, what I encountered was the opposite of the mental image I had created for myself. The cabin was on fire, and I could see men; at a glance, I could tell they were hunters. But where was the blonde woman?

I pulled up to the cabin just as the sun dipped behind the pines, casting long shadows over the gravel drive. My truck crunched to a stop, and I killed the engine, letting out a sigh of relief. This weekend getaway was exactly what I needed after the shitstorm at work. Remote, no signal, just me, some beer, and a stack of books I’d been ignoring for months. I grabbed my duffel from the back and headed to the door, punching in the code from the Airbnb app. The lock clicked open, and I stepped inside, inhaling the scent of wood and faint mustiness.

Every time I moved, I felt it—his mark on me. The cabin was deep in the woods, miles from any signal or help. When I pulled up, Cain was already waiting on the porch, wearing a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up and dark jeans that hugged his powerful thighs. His gray eyes gleamed with dark anticipation as I stepped out of the car. “On time for once,” he said, voice low. “Good girl.” Inside, the cabin was luxurious but isolated—thick wooden beams, a massive king bed in the open loft, and a heavy metal collar resting on the coffee table like a promise.

He reached over, lacing his fingers with mine. “You scare me,” I whispered before I could stop myself. He didn’t let go. “Then let me un-scare you.” The cabin appeared like a secret tucked into the woods—warm-toned cedar and stone, its porch dusted with a recent layer of snow. Pines surrounded it like sentries. Isolation never looked so charming. He got out first, grabbed our bags, and opened the door for me. Inside was all warm wood, soft throws, and an oversized hearth already stacked with logs. It smelled like cedar and something faintly sweet—like vanilla and clove.

While he was gone, I slipped into the cabin. The moment I stepped inside, I froze. The cabin contained not only a cellar sealed with runes and packed with meat from high-level prey, but also a sensory map on the wall that monitored every inch of the wilderness. There was even a complex elemental perception chart, so precise it could track the phases of the moon. Ryker had calculated everything, all to ensure I would never leave this forest. And I had been foolish enough to give him my whole heart.