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.

His six-pack stomach and extremely well-proportioned figure are a temptation to ladies as an expensive bicycle to thieves. They travel into the heart of this immaculate forest, and a cabin surfaced. One could visualize a house in a forest as a background to this holy image. Christa’s father always wants a house in the woods, but Dean’s plan to build a forest cabin by the lake was just a pipe dream. "My lady, after you." Evan stops at the door and delegates a pose of welcome. "You haven’t lived till you’ve learned how to yodel at a tea dance in a mountain hut!" Christa steps inside the cabin, muttering to herself. Christa knew almost immediately that someone was inside the house. He was stand

He guided her back to the mansion, his silver hair shining like a beacon in the grey world. "Come," Dionysus said, his intense green eyes locking onto hers. "Find warmth within these walls, where you can unburden your soul. Speak your truth, and let it be the fire that warms your heart." Dio took Alexa out onto the balcony, a quiet getaway from all the chaos in the mansion. Despite the chilly air, Alexa's eyes looked troubled, like she had a lot on her mind. From the balcony, they could see the gardens covered in winter's embrace, almost like a stage for some complicated drama, just like the snowflakes swirling around them. Dio casually leaned against the railing, his silver hair shining und

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

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!