Hecate Cabin の小説・ストーリー

Overhead, a log cross beam ran the width of the cabin, and there was a large ring attached to its center. In the right back corner was a cast-iron pot-bellied stove. It was a necessity for heating the place, especially in winter. You could also use it for cooking or heating water. Not far from the stove near the back wall, Blake's eyes ran to his favorite piece in the cabin: an antique copper hip tub he'd brought over from a shop he'd stumbled upon during a trip to Montreal. On the same trip, he'd also picked up a vintage, blue silk tri-fold screen which stood behind the tub. He had plans for that tub tonight.

That old hag, as annoying as she was I'll admit her power is admirable. "I do not think it matters, the witches know about you, I am sure." I mumbled. A small and creepy cabin comes into my vision. Its wood looks rotten, dark with moss plastered onto it like paint. Its windows are dark with spiderwebs making its home. "This must be where Mericel and her little admirers are. Creepy little thing. Hope I do not catch a disease just by looking at it." I murmur. Cylester laughs on my shoulder nearly toppling over.

I leaned in and pecked his lips. As always, Zeus was left speechless as my lips touched his. I turned around and waved my hand as I made my way out of the hall of throne. --------------------------------------------------------- I was standing in the middle of the woods behind Helenora's cabin. Ever since she left, the cabin was practically left unprotected. I knew King Vlad left nothing inside the cabin to be fallen into the wrong hands. But I couldn't shake this uneasy feeling inside my chest that the cabin must be taken over by the Cerberus territory.

Maximus’ POV~~ “My help? Tell me, what did you need me to do?” She probed as the corners of her eyes crinkled. “Don’t mind my manners, healer; let’s go inside my cabin so we can have a proper discussion,” the old witch said as she took the lead and walked us to her cabin. The cabin hunched over like a crooked old crone, its roof thatched with a patchwork of moss and wild grasses. Smoke curled from a chimney that leaned like a drunken sailor, disappearing into the thick, twilight sky.

Alec Romanov was a great sailor until he fell in love with the goddess Hekacy. Surprisingly, the word "heka" in the Egyptian language is also both the word for "magic" and the name of the god of magic and medicine, Heka. Hekacy was the chief goddess presiding over magic and spells. Not only was she the one responsible for bestowing the first men the secret knowledge of using the art of witchcraft, she was also said to be the mother of necromancy. Not only that, but she holds a certain domain in the underworld as well and it was she who would appoint her lover the sacred task of ferrying souls who died at sea to the worlds beyond using the famed, Phantom Ship.

“We were. Then the six of us got together and came up with this concept. We had to tweak it a little bit after we found out about the pregnancy. Do you like it Gorgeous?” “I don’t know what to say. You six built me a house? What? It’s beautiful.” “Beta Kevin and Sarah will reside in the smaller cabin off to the left. Beta Paxton will reside in the cabin off to the right. Beta Paxton’s cabin is larger for when the Lycan King comes to visit as he will, since I am your mate and I told him I will not be traveling back to Lycopolis. Beta Paxton’s cabin had to have quarters for the Lycan King, his four traveling warriors, and his Beta. All cabins are connected by a tunnel underneath, the porch on

Straight ahead was a huge lake, and a long deck that was lit up by candlelight, at the very end lay a daybed, a roof sat over it. To the right was rich thick forestry and to the left of the drive was a small modern wooden cabin. It had huge glass windows overlooking the water, a deck sat right outside the place on an angle so the tinted windows were just a little less exposed. It almost felt magical, it was certainly beautiful enough to be magical. “Wow drake this is—“ I tell him, clearing my throat where a lump had formed “It’s beautiful. What is it? Where are we?” He presses the button on the little remote and the gates shut, he turns back to me and throws me the remote, on the keychain hu

Xavier wondered how they had not even caught her by her scent and then he quickly remembered that she was also a Damon and they knew how to hide their scents. “Should we check inside?” one of them asked. “I don’t think so,” another grunted. “I’ve heard lots of terrible legends about cabins in the middle of the woods. Most of them have been said to be possessed by evil witches and once you get in, you are cursed and you can’t get out again.”

“You just gave birth; shouldn’t you wait?” Her chuckle was sad. “If I linger any longer, I fear my heart will shatter.” She brushed her daughter’s dark red damp hair. “Let us go.” She moved towards the door, and the two of us followed behind her. She traveled through the trees until we came to another cabin, and Hecate shifted again into her Crone form. Her hunched back walked slowly up the stairs to the door. With a swift knock, she put the baby in a basket on the porch that waved into existence.