Hecate Cabin Novels & Stories

Selima gasped, pointing through a gap in the trees. Up ahead, in the middle of a perfect circle of huge, old oak trees, sat a cabin. It wasn't exactly the ‘rustic-chic’ Airbnb I’d pictured, but it was amazing. It was made of massive, dark logs and seemed to be built right into the side of a grey stone cliff. It looked like it had been part of the mountain forever. And standing on the front porch, looking like she was the queen of the woods, was my worst nightmare …Zelly.

She couldn’t stay here, for she had no idea if there were any cockroaches or bugs running around the cabin. “Heather, this cabin is the forester’s living quarters. Almost no one would expect me to hide you in a place like this,” Zayne asserted proudly. He believed in his intelligence, and no one would think of this place for at least three days. “Do you want me to guest as a forester for three days?” Heather was both amused and annoyed. She didn’t want to stay here, for she felt uncomfortable all over just by looking at this place. Zayne could sense the woman’s disgust, so he comforted her and said, “Actually, the room is fairly clean, Heather. Let’s go inside and take a look.”

He tossed them underhand to Jace. “Take the rustbucket. ’97 Impala. Hood’s ugly as sin, and the A/C don’t work — which means nobody’s gonna look twice at it.” Jace caught the keys with a grin. “Perfect.” Mack gave them directions to a cabin about an hour away—remote, off-grid, and deep in the woods. He assures them it’s safe, “No one’s gonna come looking there. Hell, no one even knows it exists but me. It’s my own little hideout.”

"I remember you noticed me once. At that party. You said I looked pretty." His jaw clenched as he stared ahead. "I was drunk." "Still." I let the word hang, heavy with implication. Then I turned back to the window, letting him be… for now. Twenty minutes later, the lodge appeared, a sprawling wooden structure with high windows overlooking a waterfront. But our guide pointed us past the main building, down a path lined with acacia trees, to a private cabin perched on stilts above the savannah. "Your suite," the guide said, handing Xavier a key. "There's a fully stocked bar, outdoor shower, and private deck. Dinner will be served at sunset if you'd like, or you can call for room service."

well still with the same jacket. Up ahead was a cabin. Made of wood if my sober mind was working correctly. Small and cozy hidden by the tons of trees behind it. It has a few lights on, two lanterns outside the door and the fireflies roaming about making it all look like a magical place from one of those Disney live action movies. Zade moved towards the cabin and when he reaches the door I expected him to put me down inorder to open it but he merely kicked the door with his boot, opening it.

Gem and Karin were out on the patio grilling steak and roasted potatoes for dinner, while Xana and I were in our room, settling in for the night. The cabin only has two rooms, so naturally, Xana and I had to share. Luckily, the room had two separate beds. I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way ,this place didn’t feel mystical or magical at night. No, at night, it gave full-on horror movie vibes.

She nodded, and a moment later, I walked into the cabin. It was adequately furnished with Adirondack furniture, much more accommodating than the outside of the cabin promised. I quickly opened the windows to air out the cabin as I walked through the small living room to the kitchen, then opened the cupboards. Good. It was well stocked. I kept it that way just in case. Yes, this was my own safe house that even the CIA didn't know about. Zac and his mother should be safe here. At vamp speed, I ran to the back of the cabin where there were two bedrooms across the hall from one another. Quickly, I opened the windows and turned down the clean white sheets in the bedroom on the left, then darted o

I jumped the high stone wall and sprinted into the dark woods, pushing my body faster than any normal wolf could move as I headed toward the border of the Gray Zone where the trees grew crooked and the air always smelled like old smoke. I ran for hours until my lungs were burning and the sun was starting to come up over the jagged peaks of the mountains, and I eventually reached the entrance to the cave where the witch Hecate made her home. The entrance was covered in thick vines that felt like they were moving as I brushed past them, and the inside of the cavern was filled with the glow of hundreds of small candles that were floating in the air without any support. Hecate was sitting by a l

Cole crouched and started to draw on the sand. “I have a small hunting cabin here,” he said as he drew two houses separated by water. “I spend a lot of time there because it is manageable and visitor friendly. I was nursing a gunshot wound. I needed food delivery and stuff. I figured it would make more sense to stay there. That was where Alexander’s men got me. The cabin Jason is speaking of is on the other side. Electric wire fenced, boobie-traps, — name it. I have it there to protect the place from trespassers and mostly because I didn’t want many people knowing it was mine. You should hear the ghost stories delivery guys tell me about the place. The only way in is through the water or by

"No trouble. Do you want to take over? I've done all I can, but some of these wounds are pretty deep." "Yeah, I'll take over." I looked at Zander and then back at the hermit. "Are there any camping grounds around here?" The hermit scratched his head and said, "Well, there's a cabin that's owned by some rich folks. They only come here in the summer but leave the electricity and plumbing on all year round." He added with a grin, "I may have borrowed it a couple times. As long as you leave it as you found it, you should be ok. ."