Hecate Cabin Novels & Stories

Maelstrom of emotions that’s dragging my heart onto the ocean floor. Our car we’re put in a screeching halt at the notorious cabin that Jake was talking about. Telling us about a lore of a decapitated body skulking around here at midnight, looking for its head, that still yet to be unearthed. Telling us that he had proof of trails of dried blood in the carpet, which was a total fallacy. The cabin’s spacious, great for glamping, with a rustic fireplace, viable for freezing weather. Only two bedrooms are available though, with the capacity to lodge five heads.

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 moved the glass closer and then away until I found the right distance to see the dot. “Looks like a compass rose,” I muttered, frowning. I was looking up at him when I caught a glimpse of another funny dot on that map. “Here’s another one,” I said, placing the glass above it. “Where’s that?” I tilted my head to both sides, still frowning. “I think that’s where the guesthouse is now.” “Look! Another one!” he whispered, moving the glass toward the Quabbin. “But that’s in the middle of the woods.”

No birds, no wind, just the faint hum of my engine cooling down and the crunch of my boots on dead leaves. And then I saw it. The cabin. If you could even call it that. It leaned to one side, the roof sagging, smoke curling lazily from a crooked chimney. Animal bones hung from the porch like decorations — deer skulls, feathers, glass jars filled with things I didn’t want to identify. I wrinkled my nose. “God, this place stinks.” “You’d stink too,” a voice rasped from the shadows, “if you’d lived as long as I have.”

"We are not love birds." "Anyway, my cabin rents for $250.00 a night. All the amenities you'll need are inside the cabin." "It's two cabins, correct?" Taesha asked. "Yes, it's two. One cabin is for me, and the other cabin is the one I'll be renting out to you two." Ms. Henry states. "If you need me for anything. I live out back behind this cabin." "So this is the cabin we are renting?" "Yes, honey, you sure you don't need to see Doc? You keep repeating yourself." Ms. Henry asked.

It reminded me a little bit of the drive leading up to the safehouse where Darren had died. Poor Darren. I wondered just how many fucking people I was going to lose by the time this ended and if one of them was going to be Jacey. “You’ll be staying here until the next team comes to get you,” Bea said as we rounded the bend, and I saw a huge Adirondack-style cabin. The big A-line windows looked down upon the drive here. I didn’t see any kind of lake, so I guessed the back windows looked out into the woods. “Great. More woods,” I grumbled.

My eyes travelled south, ogling at the tan skin of his muscled torso when his arms were raised. I glanced away from him, his perfectly sculpted Greek body, to the cabin we would live in for the next week. We had mutually decided that we were too tired to ask for another cabin. It wasn’t completely made of dark wood. Three steps leading up to the black door, a heart-shaped with rose petals was made in the hallway, which Hayden and I ignored. It was spacious enough for two people with a cozy living room, a small kitchen and a bedroom with just one bed and a bathroom.

It was almost not noticeable due to how tiny it was on the map, but people often visited it for tourism purposes and its beautiful history. The structure had been there for twenty decades, where the people of Sechester often worshipped their deity, the goddess Hecate. Hecate was known to be the chief goddess in charge of magic and spells. She was the Greek goddess of witchcraft, necromancy, ghosts, the night, and the moon. Kira passed by two pillars erected for the goddess in front of the temple- they were known to wade off evil. She yanked the torch nearby and tossed it towards a chandelier nearby.

He says, his eyes darting to the backseat where Hank is sleeping. "What did you do to him? He's been knocked out this whole time." He says and I grin at him. "We played fetch for hours. You know he won't pass up a good toss of a tennis ball." I say and Quinn chuckles. He continues driving for another twenty minutes before he pulls off into a secluded dirt road, slowing down as he navigates the narrow path. After a few moments he rounds a bend and the most beautiful cabin I've ever seen comes into view. My mouth drops as I take in the sight. It's the typical log cabin, but the green metal roof adds a touch of modern. The wrap around porch with a swing sets it off.

“This cabin has been spelled by a witch, but something broke its spell.” Baren took the lead walking into the cabin. Right away we could see a hole in the wall about fifteen feet from the front door. Debris laid on the floor in front of it and something caught my eye in the debris. I bent down to take a closer look and Baren joined me. “What is it?” I asked him as I picked up a piece of the dry wall and moved the debris around to see it better. It had a blue glow to it and looked like little crystals shattered everywhere. “Moonstone.” Baren said as he stood and rubbed the back of his head. “This is clearly the cabin she was kept in I can still smell her scent. Whatever spell was on this cabi