Dionysus Cabin Novels & Stories

Grandfather Martins had told his son, Darius (Danielle's father) to let him stay at the care center since his wife died after they left the cabin. He alone knew the story of the cabin and the secret that lurked around this place, he never had the chance to destroy the notes and put the cabin up for auction. He hoped that no one will ever visit the cabin again, after what happened to him and everything that happened before the calamity befell him and his wife. He wished nothing of sort would happen to someone else.

Our numbers had dwindled between the murders and those that didn’t make it past Jules. After the security check in the middle of the night, I went to Elsie’s cabin. I knew she wasn’t there; I just needed to be near her scent. I kicked off my boots and fell onto her bed. I would never have considered myself a clinger, but I guess you could say I was one; by the way I clutched her pillow to my chest.

The heady scent of his arousal reached Darius's nose, causing his bear to come forward, eyes darkening with lust as he growled, squeezing his mate behind tightly and speeding up towards the cabin. Manoeuvring around his mate, Darius managed to open the small cabin door, his own desire mirroring John's. John was too far gone to take in his surroundings, his senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating rush of pleasure coursing through his body. And Darius, equally lost in the throes of passion, didn't even attempt to make it to the only bedroom in the cabin.

Damon As expected, it took me half an hour to reach the designated place. The location mentioned in the secret message was an old loggers' cabin known as Artemis Inn, a mere half-hour run from the Wild Fang camp. Its name is derived from its proximity, offering historical shelter to those wandering the woods. Artemis Inn stood small and quiet, ideal for a restful night after exploring the woods outside the Blood Rose territory. The structure, entirely crafted from wood, boasted a 500-year history, giving it a rustic yet cozy charm.

He shrugged. Mariah nodded with a light chuckle. “Thank you.” She looked up at him, his emerald eyes were twinkling under the beautiful light in the room and when she couldn’t handle his gaze again, she looked away. Dionysus let out a deep breath, knowing it was his queue to leave. He glanced back at the sleeping man on the bed, questions revealing in his eyes but in the end, he chose not to ask and walked to the door. He paused and turned back to Mariah, “that blood moon night thing, it’s coming in a few days, right?”

Noah screamed. Furniture lifted slightly from the ground. “Oh absolutely not,” Jason muttered. Caleb’s powers were spiraling. Fast. And injured emotional omega plus unstable ancient storm magic sounded exactly like the kind of situation that destroys cities accidentally. “We need somewhere isolated,” Jason said quickly. “Where?” Then both of us realized it simultaneously. “The cabin.” Right. Centuries ago Nelson and I bought a private cabin deep within human mountains for discreet hookups away from wolf politics. Ironically our secret gay escape cabin might now save the apocalypse.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Father Dorian heading toward the cabin with his bag, posture calm, unbothered, like none of this meant anything. Meanwhile, my soul was already writing my obituary. Three nights. With him. I wasn’t going to survive this retreat. Our cabin looked harmless from the outside—just another wooden lodge with two windows and a creaky porch. Inside, it was even smaller than I feared: two twin beds, a desk, a wardrobe, and a bathroom in the corner. Cozy, if you were staying with a friend. Suffocating, if you were me. Dorian set his bag neatly by one bed. He didn’t even hesitate. He belonged everywhere he walked, like the cabin was already his.

I turned to Dion and asked him what's happening, and one of the rarest times in the world, Dionysus smirked sexily and said, "We're going on a date." MICS ARTEMIA

I’m just waiting for them to tell me there’s a dragon bathing in gold inside. Roshan doesn’t take us to the castle though, he leads us to this modest sized cabin and we head inside. He flips on the light, illuminating the space. The cabin has floor to ceiling windows lining the front and back of the house, letting some natural light in. Views from the back and front are breathtaking. I can see why the fae chose to hide out here in the jungle. Me, I’d rather be on the ocean, but the jungle is a close second place choice.