Hecate Cabin Novels & Stories

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.

“The interviews have started and all keys are being audited as we speak.” “Good,” I answer. “If the traitor knows, the cabin becomes a trap before we arrive.” We drive under a bruised sky until the road narrows into forest. The old cabin sits near the edge of Bloodmoon land, half swallowed by trees. It used to be a forgotten shelter. Kaleb turned it into a workshop because he wanted to give me something beautiful. Now it’s a potential threat. We kill the engine a hundred yards out and go on foot. I raise my fist when we get close, indicating they should stop.

“You will be shown to a cabin. We will grant you permission to stay the night in Xenia, but only one night regardless of whether Nyctimus grants you an audience or not.” “Thank you,” I tell him with a nod. “One night only!” The old man stresses holding up his index finger to emphasize his point. “That’s all we need,” I tell him just as sternly and with a promise. The two Lycans lead us out and across the compound to a cabin that sits on the edge of the village. Through the trees I can just make out a lake, the sun's rays glittering and bouncing off the water, catching my eye. I had to admit it was beautiful here. Maybe a little too quiet though.

Carol swallowed, and I knew from the look in her eyes that she wasn’t going to argue with me, so she nodded. “He had a cabin 10 miles south of here,” she said slowly. “It’s in the rogue district. If you follow the road to the fork and then go down the pathway, accessible by car, on the right side of the road. A mile in, you’ll find a gathering of trees that almost look like a wall. Drive around it and you’ll find a cabin hidden in the darkest corner away from the eyes of the road. It’s his hideout.” “He has a hideout in the rogue district?” Lucy asked, raising her brows.

Rated PG 18+ The next evening, Knight Henry took Prenah and they both flee from the witch village. When they first arrived their secret cabin at the west side of the fairy land, he had tried the door and had found it was locked, but for Prenah, she simply put her hand on the knob and the door opened; it didn't seem to be locked for her. They began with the mini kitchen. The cabin seemed to have been closed up for a while, but it was bright, and other than a little dust, it was perfect.