Hypnos Cabin Novels & Stories

By the time they reached the remote wooden cabin deep in the pines, Elias’s hole felt permanently open and sloppy, dripping Voss’s seed down his thighs with every step. Voss carried him inside like he weighed nothing. The cabin was simple but solid. One big room with a massive bed covered in soft furs, a stone fireplace, and thick logs that blocked out the rest of the world. Voss laid Elias on the bed and stripped them both naked. “Last wave is coming,” Voss said, voice low and certain. “Tonight we break the curse for good. No more cheap motels. No more fear of dying. You are going to take my bite while I breed you deep. Real deep. Then you will be mine completely.”

The ride felt like it took an eternity, when the bus finally came to a halt the doors hissed open and the class poured out. "Listen up!" Professor Evans barked, "The main lodge is off-limits after ten. Group cabin assignments are posted on the notice board. Grab your gear and get moving before the temperature drops." Our group stuck together as we hauled our duffel bags down the dirt path toward Cabin 4. It was a single-room log cabin with five twin beds, a small stone fireplace and a dusty rug in the center. The second the heavy wooden door shut behind us, the silence inside became deafening. Maya immediately dropped her bag onto a bed, her back completely turned to me as she unzipped her p

“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

“She’s hiding. But I found out where she is.” My head turns like an owl, “then what the hell were you doing just now?” “You’re a very attractive man, I liked the look of you…why not?” she shrugged. “Anyway, there’s an abandoned woodcutters cabin a couple of miles away from the horseshoe caverns in Shadowlands. You know where I mean?” “I can get to the caves,” pondering over how best to find this cabin when Mani interrupts. /We’re on duty in a few hours, we don’t have time to be doing this/

The happy act ended. “Alright,” I said. “Play that game. If you won’t tell me, then I’ll just give you what you want. Then maybe you’ll stop acting so damn suspicious.” Her head whipped toward me. Her face was pale. “What?” “Dante,” I said in a heavy voice. “He has a cabin. In the Blackridge Mountains. No street number. You drive up the old forestry road, keep going until the very end. Only house there.” Her eyes widened. She wasn’t just listening. She was taking it in, word by word. Her lips moved, whispering the directions to herself. Memorizing.

Rosa pulled Elena close as they ran to the cabin. Inside was exactly as promised: a small space. A main room with a couch and TV, a kitchen, two doors leading to bedrooms, and a bathroom. There's a generator out back if you need power," the driver said. "But I'd recommend keeping lights to a minimum. Just in case." "Just in case what?" Marcus asked. "I thought you said this place was safe." "Safer. I said safer. Nothing's completely safe." The driver checked his watch. "I need to report in, let Lord Harrington know you're secure. You should all try to rest. It's been a hell of a night."

The van slows to a stop on the gravel driveway. Rain drums against the metal roof, a soft, rhythmic beat that tries to wash away the noise of the last forty-eight hours. My body aches—a deep, bone-weary throb that radiates from my hips to my shoulders. The contractions have spaced out, settling into a dull, tightening pressure that warns but doesn't scream. "We're here," Leon says from the driver's seat. He kills the engine. We are at a cabin north of the city. Henderson’s private retreat. It’s small, secluded, and supposedly off the grid. A safe harbor for the shipwrecked.

"But somehow, I have this feeling the idea that I am this covered has made you undress me with your eyes or at least, crave the idea?" He blushed but he did not give a reply making her laugh. One thing Leonidas realized was that the cabin, though surrounded by the forest also had a line dividing it from sand. Just pure sand that stretched into thousands of miles. "The Cabin is located at the far end of Renatus and no one comes here, that is one reason it is so hidden from mortal eyes," Persephone said when he kept staring at it. "But when you only go farther. You find a desert."

or someone. The cabin came into view after a few minutes—if you could call it a cabin. It looked like something out of a wilderness survival show. Tin roof, bulletproof glass, and a single solar panel affixed crookedly on the edge of the structure. It had the kind of quiet that screamed danger, the kind that dared you to knock. Elias parked beside Nova’s bike. She hopped off her seat with her usual swagger and knocked twice on the metal door, then once more after a pause.

My eyes travelled south, ogling at the tan skin of his muscled torso when his arms were raised. I glanced away from him, his perfectly sculpted Greek body, to the cabin we would live in for the next week. We had mutually decided that we were too tired to ask for another cabin. It wasn’t completely made of dark wood. Three steps leading up to the black door, a heart-shaped with rose petals was made in the hallway, which Hayden and I ignored. It was spacious enough for two people with a cozy living room, a small kitchen and a bedroom with just one bed and a bathroom.