Dionysus Cabin Novels & Stories

She looked up at me, her eyes dark and pupils blown wide, the sarcasm finally failing her as the sheer intensity of the proximity took over. "Darius," she panted, her hands clutching the front of my jacket. "The air... it’s too much." "I know," I rasped, pulling her closer, my body acting as a shield against the biting wind. "Stay with me. Don't let the scent win." We moved toward the cabin, dragging Ethan between us. The interior was a masterpiece of cold, modern minimalism—all polished concrete and floor-to-ceiling glass that looked out over the abyss. There was a fire roaring in a central pit, but it didn't provide any warmth.

It’s like the forest doesn’t exist with the way the light is glowing around the cabin. Screams from inside of the cabin draws their attention as Dell comes out forcefully dragging his half naked daughter with him. Sounds of arguing and fighting coming from inside. “Tobias…” Savvy cries as he snaps out of his stupor and goes running towards the cabin once more. Before he can even reach the doorway, he is violently pushed aside as Ronin is thrown out the door. A very naked Elijah comes storming out of the cabin. His eyes pulsing with a purple haze. “Take your hands off of my mate.” He growls out in a voice that none of them have ever heard before.

Damon adjusts his grip on me slightly before heading toward it without slowing. Warmth. Shelter. And maybe, if the universe decides to show mercy for once, dry clothes. At this point, I’d willingly sell my soul for a roof over my head and functional ankles. Damon reaches the cabin seconds later. Up close, it looks even stranger somehow. Not abandoned. But not lived in either. The structure sits half-hidden between towering pines and jagged stone, dark wood weathered by years of storms. Vines creep along one side of the wall, nearly swallowing the windows whole.

The flames crackled, bathing the room in an orange glow. I scanned the space, surprised. “No offense, Alpha, but this cabin is way more pleasant than your prison.” Daimon arched an eyebrow and closed the door behind us. The click of the lock echoed through the room. “Hunf, my mother handpicked this cabin.” Daimon cast me a sideways glance and tilted his head toward the armchair. I sat down, pulling the blanket that covered it over me. The place looked clean and well-kept, a glaring contrast to what I had imagined he would consider acceptable.

I was in awe of the beauty that was here. The cabin came into view finally. We almost missed it, as the vines of poison oak had claimed it. Only the chimney was visible, sticking out above it. Jason picked up a machete from the razer and cut away at the vines till the door came into view. It was a small one-room cabin. There was a full size bed to the side, a single couch and a tiny kitchen. The toilet was an outhouse that sat ten feet from the door. Everything was covered in a layer of spider webs, as this must not have been used lately.

Just as Alexa were trying to control her tears, a chilling presence approached them. It was none other than Dionysus, or Dio as he liked to be called, the cousin of Jean and Gilbert. Dio, even in his edwardian era dark blue 'costume' was still a striking figure, with piercing green eyes and white hair still untied wildly, made him look like a vampire. Alexa never loses an awe seeing his facial feature almost mirrored Gilbert's. His usually icy demeanor had a strange warmth when it came to Alexa. They had met earlier in the night of the bloody Reverie Dinner party and had quickly formed an unlikely friendship.

Ambrose is quick to shrug me off, taking a few steps away. “Ambrose, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did. It was wrong of me.” I say softly. “Forget it. Get back in the car.” She snarls, walking away and gets back into the car. I wouldn’t blame him if he drove off and left me. I’ve upset him. Groaning, I return to the car. He starts driving for another twenty minutes before we come to a large, tall set of steel gates. Ambrose uses a code to open them. Five minutes more in the car, and a cabin comes into view. It is beautiful—light coloured outer structure with tall, black roofs. There is a balcony added onto it. Large walls and fences surround it. It is as secure as his house. There

The dusk was already settling over the mountain peaks when Logan’s massive silhouette finally cut through the timber threshold to join our circle. “Lucas has secured a private section at the high summit hunting cabin. Your female tongues can continue exchanging intelligence over the seared meat.” The dining cabin was anchored directly onto the highest precipice of the mountain ridge, accessible exclusively via an iron cable transport that scaled the vertical rock face. Ascending the cliff within the iron car, our eyes commanded a flawless view of the crimson sun bleeding across the rugged mountain horizon. When our boots finally cleared the threshold of the cabin, our cluster of four took sp

When they reached the cabin, Eon told his father’s live-in partner that they wanted to be alone. “What’s the matter?” Lina asked as soon as Eon closed the door of the small cabin. The cabin was under a massive tree, it has a king-size bed, a small table near a fireplace with two chairs, and a wardrobe along the left side of the wall. The cabin was like a standard hotel room. Just a bit charming. “Do you want to wash up first?” Lina could feel that Eon was delaying whatever he was going to tell her that she knitted her brows and heaved a deep sigh. “Fine, I’ll take a quick shower. Make me something to drink while I shower.”

By the time his cabin came into view, the air already carried a chorus of excited yips and deeper, spine-shivering howls. His cabin, little more than a single long room with a central chimney and big hearth, was laughably rustic as far as the pack members were concerned. He had used human-style insulated windows, though, and had a lycan-tech generator for power. He had left the lights off tonight, though, and the moonlight that bathed the cabin lit it blue-white, making it seem like it was… Oh, shit. Glowing. Finn’s pulse kicked, because he knew from past experience that it wasn’t the cabin doing the glowing. There was a vortex forming in the standing stones!