Dionysus Cabin Novels & Stories

“So I own a bunch of clubs. We have a lot of non-human clientele. L.A. and Miami are my biggest money makers. Now Tyree’s mate is helping me with the financials, so it’s even better. I used to have a club in Las Vegas too, but Granny Peithos and Narcissus have that place on lock, man. It wasn’t worth the hassle. Oh, do you know Dionysus? He hangs out there a ton. He’s nothing but trouble. Less than one star. Totally do not recommend.” “Oh, yes, Darling. If I never see him again, it will be too soon.” I roll my eyes at the thought of the God of Wine. He tried to poison me under Katherine’s order. “So it’s settled. You’ll be there? I’ll have the manager clear the VIP area for us.” She claps he

There is no reason to put yourself in a thirty four year old body when you can be twenty four. After another hour of my own inner ramblings, we finally stop at the cabin. I forgot how beautiful it is out here. Skye ~”Oh my god Damie this is gorgeous.” Damon ~”Told you that you are going to like it.” Brody ~”I call dibs on the main bedroom.” Damon ~”We are taking the one with the shower.” Mason ~”Guess we left with the one with the small bath or the one with the big bed.”

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

“How about you clean up before opening that smelly mouth?” Dionysus smirked as he pushed the bathroom door which was located in the kitchen area which is just next to the dining hall and disappeared inside there a second after. The cabin was quite small yet cozy. It had two medium rooms, one small and one large room. Next to the entrance was the living room consisting of a television, a small cabinet, five chairs that circled the round table. Next to it was a small dining hall which only had a dining table and a small cupboard. And at the back was the kitchen which shared a space with a small bathroom and toilet.

“Nothing more, nothing less.” Thunder rumbled in the distance but it didn't slow Darius down. At this point, I was completely lost on our way back, but he didn't seem to be having any difficulties whatsoever. "Good," Darius murmured. "It’ll hide our trail.” The goddess must have decided to have mercy on us, because the cabin appeared a minute later. It was hidden between the trees, and thanks to the downpour and shadows, the cabin couldn't easily be spotted. Darius didn’t stop moving until we were inside, door slammed shut and bolted to its hinges.

He reached for the iron lock, but his hand trembled—a faint, microscopic tremor that he quickly masked by balling his fingers into a tight fist. "Damon," Evie said softly, stepping closer to him on the porch. "Inside," he grunted, pushing the massive oak door open. The cabin’s interior was a single, vast room anchored by a floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace. The air smelled of old cedar, dry wood, and winter ozone. There were no glass partitions, no separate West and East Wings, no administrative barriers. Just a massive leather sofa, a heavy oak table, a small kitchen nook, and a single raised loft bed accessible by a open timber staircase.

Sloane grinned, “Because we failed to settle on our own, how to spend our two-week break.” I let out a low breath as we climbed the steps. At the top, Ramona stood by the cabin entrance, effortlessly poised in an ivory linen jumpsuit, her hazel eyes hidden behind tinted Dior shades. “Hello, ladies,” she purred smoothly. “Welcome aboard.” “Hey,” I said, holding my voice steady, lips curling into a diplomatic smile. I stepped inside and blinked at the interior. The cabin was absurdly luxurious. Not in the tacky, overdone way. This was subtle opulence. Neutral cashmere seats, gold-plated accents, a bar stocked with crystal decanters, and imported fruit. And the air was scented faintly with jasm

The happy act ended. “Alright,” I said. “Play that game. If you won’t tell me, then I’ll just give you what you want. Then maybe you’ll stop acting so damn suspicious.” Her head whipped toward me. Her face was pale. “What?” “Dante,” I said in a heavy voice. “He has a cabin. In the Blackridge Mountains. No street number. You drive up the old forestry road, keep going until the very end. Only house there.” Her eyes widened. She wasn’t just listening. She was taking it in, word by word. Her lips moved, whispering the directions to herself. Memorizing.