Dionysus Cabin Novels & Stories

Monti screamed when he discovered that Tyler and Kent were in the room with him. “Kyra, what’s your number?” Abby asked. Kyra slowly walked over and stood where Tyler, Kent, and Monti were. “Oh my god, this dream come true!” Monti screamed. Others laughed at Monti being blunt. “Here’s the key to the cabin. You can go to your cabin and check it. After that, we will start building a bonfire and cooking food.” said Nicole. Each group quickly went to their cabins. Kent opened their house, and it amazed Monti to see inside. There are four beds and a bathroom, and they can see the sea from the glass window.

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.

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.

"I am Sweet Zhanaia Camince, your personal tour guide for a month. Have a seat, Mr. Dausel." His lips tugged up after hearing my words. "Why so formal?" He pulled the chair beside him and sits comfortably. "You don't have to be formal to me, miss Camince. You can call me Dionysus for short." I smiled upon hearing him. Thank God, he's not bossy and formal. I sat on my chair and look at him who's currently roaming his gaze. Perhaps admiring the coffee shop's interior. And after a couple of seconds, his attention turned to me. He clasps his hands together and cleared his throat. "So, shall we start?" 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.

I informed him. Dante’s cabin was on the other circle of den buildings and along with a great view, there was space to expand. “Wasn’t it you, Dante, and you, Clarissa, who wanted three bedrooms?” I tapped my head as I asked. “Dante’s cabin is the better option if we want to build onto it.” “Let’s do that.” Clarissa’s voice drifted out from the bathroom.

“We were. Then the six of us got together and came up with this concept. We had to tweak it a little bit after we found out about the pregnancy. Do you like it Gorgeous?” “I don’t know what to say. You six built me a house? What? It’s beautiful.” “Beta Kevin and Sarah will reside in the smaller cabin off to the left. Beta Paxton will reside in the cabin off to the right. Beta Paxton’s cabin is larger for when the Lycan King comes to visit as he will, since I am your mate and I told him I will not be traveling back to Lycopolis. Beta Paxton’s cabin had to have quarters for the Lycan King, his four traveling warriors, and his Beta. All cabins are connected by a tunnel underneath, the porch on

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.

As soon as frightened Assistant Nolan and the secretary entered the cabin, they covered their nose due to the strong smell of alcohol and saw the President walk out through the scary atmosphere. In a blink of an eye, Yohan Dixon got away from their sight and Assistant Nolan turned on the lights in the cabin. The duo became speechless when they saw the ruined cabin. The expensive collection of world-class alcohol was brought yesterday from each corner of the world which was ruined terribly. Yohan Dixon's ability to consume alcohol was commendable as he used to drive after drinking so much, did not allow himself to falter, his senses were under his control, and a normal person could not open h

He who now stands in front of Kim Yeojoon. "Come with me. We both need to be out of this hellish rain before we, too, gets striked like that tree." Dionysus added jokingly, trying to lighten the mood as he reached a hand out to the latter. Warmth settled in his heart. Ironic to the way his body shivers after standing out too long in the weather. "As you wish, Sire. I am indebted to you," Wraith expresses as he allowed himself to be guided towards wherever the wine god's residence is. Perhaps, to that far orange light Illuminating from the distance.