Hecate Cabin Novels & Stories

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

Everyone I met so far had nothing in common binding one another to the other. They were all ordinary people having a side hustle to make ends meet. They seemed to enjoy this. I too was secretly enjoying it. From the secret notes to the rendezvous to an abandoned garage and now, an abandoned workshop. Before I was completely inside, I could see the old place was beautifully decorated. Decorations varied. It had both a fancy and hood theme. A dull theme of navy blue black and grey.

“Something like that. Jack here?” “Inside turning on the generators and security equipment.” She laid a comforting hand on his arm. “You know Jack’s cabin is one of the safest possible places, right?” Deke agreed with a slight nod. “Yeah. No one in their right mind travels this deep into the swamp unless they know their way around.”

So many memories. Jane and Hector spoke for a bit while I looked down at the lake. It was still as beautiful as I left it. I took in the view. This was the perfect place to get your first mark from your soulmate werewolf. Jane left after a while and Hector carried my bag and led me to where the cabin was. It was fixed. Not completely fixed but it looked livable. He opened the cabin with a key and pushed open the door. There was a much bigger bed. At least big enough for two people. And there were clean sheets. The place did not smell like timber. It was neat and smelt really good, like flowers.

Leo asked. I shook my head. “I want to see this alone.” Leo nodded in understanding and left the room. I took a deep breath and pressed the crystal to my forehead. Instantly, memories flooded my mind. Deep in the Alps, in a dark, gloomy cottage. The witch Hecate sat before a fire, her long hair as white as silver, her eyes as dark as an abyss. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked in a raspy voice. “This pact will consume half of your life force.”

He kissed her on the lips and left in his green, solar powered hovercraft. As Kane traversed the floor towards his cabin on the first floor, the mirror servers loomed to his right. The sound of the generators below sounded like the buzz of a giant mechanical beast.Kane adored being in ‘the Cabin’. It was like being in a cage with a majestic seer. He stood there, gazing at the three futuristic beasts he had cloned and marveled at his own cunning. His glass-walled workstation stood high atop a tower in the center of the cabin, with a birds eye view of the entire island through the clear Plexiglas dome n the roof. As he climbed the grated steps, he looked upward at the glass workstation. It bor

Jon only gave me a brief side glance, almost looking askance at me, but said nothing and continued to drive deeper into the woods. The cabin was now beyond a humble abode, to me the brown wooden structure tarnished with white and black from failed attempts to revive its derelict appearance with paint, resembled those haunted cabins in the woods in horror movies and those cabins were infamous for many things- none of which are pleasant. I felt like I was walking into some deformed serial killer's lair or into a domain for creatures of the night and supernatural entities; ghosts, vampires and wicked witches with an appetite for human flesh.

But my fingers were already clicking through listings. Forest-edge properties. Apothecary zones. Mixed-use plots. All under her name. And then I saw it. Plot thirteen. An old hidden cabin wrapped in vines and moon-fed moss. “Buy it,” Inferno whispered. “That’s where the healer used to grind her roots and sew dying wolves back together.”

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.