Hecate Cabin Novels & Stories

It was sentiment and sentiment was dangerously close to acceptance. She woke an hour later, stretching in her seat, as I pulled onto the gravel drive that led to my cabin. I had built the place centuries before, a place to hideaway during the first war among supernaturals. I hadn’t been involved than and I wasn’t involved now, but that didn’t seem to stop the Lycan and Fae from trying to kill me. I couldn’t help the brief flash of pride that crept up on me as her face filled with awe when the cabin came into sight. “Oh, wow.” She whispered. “This place is beautiful.”

“And by hounds, you mean—?” “Not the kind you’re thinking.” His lips twitched in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You’ll know if we see one.” I shivered, unsure if I wanted to find out. We reached a small cabin tucked deep into the forest, its silhouette barely visible against the night. It looked abandoned — the kind of place you’d pass by in a horror movie right before something terrible happened. Kael pushed the door open with his shoulder, the wood groaning under his strength.

"We're up there for four nights, right?" "Yeah. We drive up tomorrow, have that night to get settled in, then we have three full days, and we leave on Wednesday." "Where is the cabin, exactly?" Jana pauses her packing to think. "I'm sure Daniel said it was up at Hauls Creek. You know, where all the nice cabins are?" My brows furrow. "Hauls Creek? Like, as in, Lovers Creek?" Jana's smile fades. "It's not called Lovers Creek, that's a different Creek."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Luna Carmen. Alpha Erebus." "The pleasure is ours," Alpha Erebus said, though his eyes had already drifted back to the crowd, searching for someone else to greet. Carmen, however, remained focused on Hecate. Her gaze swept over the healer's gown, her hair, her face, cataloging, assessing. "You look familiar," Carmen said. "Have we met before?" Hecate's smile did not waver. "I doubt it, my lady. I have only recently arrived at Emberclaw. Before that, I lived in the Midnight Pack, far from Blackthorn."

The sun was just beginning to set, it's last rays burning red and orange on the horizon, just as an old, wood building came into view. It was an old trappers cabin, the wood weather-worn and bleached gray by the sun, the windows were smudged with grime and the rickety verandah looked like an accident waiting to happen. Merlin couldn't help the shiver of apprehension that ran through her, nervously biting her bottom lip as she peered out through the windscreen. Zeke turned in his seat to look at her and sensing her unease, gave her a reassuring smile, "This cabin belonged to my great-grandfather and this part of the bayou is werewolf territory, we'll be safe here"

he said with a smile. Hera grinned and walked inside the cabin which is well lit and so beautiful. The cabin is two stories. The first floor has an open kitchen with a bar table and chairs separating it from the living area. There is a back door beside the kitchen which leads to the balcony, which has the full view of the waterfalls. The second floor has the master bedroom with an attached bathroom. There is a huge bed sitting in the middle of the room. The cabin is well maintained and is modern. The drapes are printed red in colour, matching the colour scheme of the entire Cabin.

Mara flicks me a look that says are you alright and also I told you so. My mouth goes dry. My body… does not. The shock shoots straight through him and into me. The scent of him sharpens, storm, pine, heat, and now I’m the one who stumbles, slick saturating my ass. “Eyes up,” Jace snaps, already pivoting into a different plan. “Cabin.” “Cabin?” I echo, because my brain is a genius that latches onto the most unserious word. Hazel grins. “Rut Cabin.”

[Hestia] Hecate put on her gladiator sandals, then extended her hands towards me. "Come on, my love... My surprise is waiting for us." She said sweetly. My smile widens and I happily accepted her hands, she clasp our hands together, and our hands perfectly fit each other. She leads me out of the cabin, then she guided me out of the yacht. Hecate didn't let go of my hand and I was happy. Then at the horizon, I can see some lights glowing, but I can't see the whole picture, then I was pulled back from my reverie when I felt Hecate's hand tighten.

It just wasn't the whole truth. She nodded, apparently satisfied, and returned to reviewing our presentation. I looked out the tinted car window. The closer we got, the harder my heart pounded. Seven years. I'd spent seven years convincing myself I was over Ethan Blackwood. Now, in less than ten minutes, I'd know whether that was true. The sleek glass tower came into view. Blackwood Enterprises. It looked exactly as I remembered. Elegant. Powerful. Untouchable. Just like the man who owned it.

Turning around, I see Stace standing amongst the snow doused pine trees, looking unbothered by the troubling weather. "I'm sure he will take great pleasure in warming you up," Stace murmurs, the smile on his face painfully devious. He gestures up the hill some more, where a small cabin sits, nestled between a cluster of thick trees and a mess jagged rocks. It's a truly solitary place to come, especially for a troubled immortal. "Goodbye Stace," I mutter, brushing past him as I trudge up the hill, anticipating Cian's reaction.