Jabberwock Inn Novels & Stories

One of them, a tall woman with a scar across her chin, dismounts first. “Alpha,” she says, bowing her head with a warrior’s respect, “I am Verona of Ebonlight Pack. This is Monett. We come with news.” I nod once. “Go ahead.” She doesn’t mince words. “The Thistle and Boar Inn was ambushed three nights ago.” My stomach drops. The inn where Roxy and I stayed. Verona continues. “It was a coven of witches. They were looking for someone. A young woman. They tore the place apart. Killed half the guests—shifters and humans alike.”

’ Levy thought but did not ponder on the matter as there were all sorts of creatures living in this land. The innkeeper on the other hand smiled at Logan and said, “ You are lucky sire, I just caught a rabbit this morning thus the roasted rabbit leg meat with mashed potatoes came really good. Even the steak is fresh enough that it is juicy and tender. By the way sir would you like warm water for freshening up?” Logan nodded as he watched the innkeeper put the dishes on the table. When the innkeeper saw Logan nod he smiled at him flatteringly and then said, “ Then the pay for the warm water… I mean nothing by it but I have an old-fashioned boiler as you can already see, the inn is old and wit

Janice and her snippy attitude turns to the twins "You didn't expect a place full of magic to be out on display for a human to stumble into. You boys have so much to learn." I have to admit I'm glad we finally made it here. As much as I love Arlo. I think I speak for the group, when I say. I don't think I can cope with him singing another song that has the word magic or spell in it. "Ah marvellous a tavern" Thorne points to a crooked stone building with a sign hanging over the door.

Morgan smiled as she turned to follow her directions. "You're welcome." She called Claire and Morgan. Morgan and Claire made their way down a stone pass that led away from the dock. Along the way there were a lot of other venders; Selling various items: Spices, nuts, fruits, vegetables, and fish. Claire was fascinated by it all. She kept slowly down to study each stand. Up around the bend the inn sat. Its a two story house. It looked like it was made of old pieces of ship. As they approached it Morgan read the sign. The Sunflower Inn. A sunflower spun out of wood hung above the doorway. The door of the inn had a beautiful stained glass sunflower in it.

He sounded wistful. Tom and Hot Pie resumed their song on the other side of the brook, with the duck hanging from Lem's belt beneath his yellow cloak . Somehow the singing made the miles seem shorter. It was not very long at all until the inn appeared before them, rising from the riverbank where the Trident made a great bend to the north. Arya squinted at it suspiciously as they neared. It did not look like an outlaws' lair, she had to admit; it looked friendly, even homey, with its whitewashed upper story and slate roof and the smoke curling up lazy from its chimney. Stables and other outbuildings surrounded it, and there was an arbor in back, and apple trees, a small garden. The inn even h

Reluctantly, he leaned in as I snapped a selfie. “Perfect,” I said, checking the photo. “You actually smiled.” “Don’t get used to it,” he teased. I smirked, holding up the phone. “Oh, I’m framing this one.” --- Third Stop: The Haunted Inn As night fell, we pulled into a small town with one claim to fame: a supposedly haunted inn. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Adrian said as we stepped into the dimly lit lobby. “What? It’s charming,” I said, taking in the creaky wooden floors and flickering chandelier.

It was 9:30 p.m. when Jenna and Adam arrived at the inn that Jenna had booked several months ago. The inn was a recommendation from Jenna's best friend, Gigi. The inn building looked a bit old-fashioned, but it's still sturdy. The walls seemed as if they had just been repainted, Jenna could tell by the distinctive scent of the paint that filled her nasal passages. Behind her, Adam stood with a completely unpleasant face. Jenna pressed the bell on the wall next to the door once, then took a step back and waited for the door to open. A few moments later an old woman with slightly gray hair appeared, she tightened her dark brown wool cardigan against the cold air.

Zach, he called. Over here,” we heard Zach’s voice. Mr. Morgenstern rushed to the room where he was in. Zach was staring at a cluster of bones in one corner of the room. “What bones are these?” “Come on. You will come back tomorrow after a clean-up has been done.” “Did some people get in?” “Some windows are broken so people and animals can enter. but don’t worry, leave the keys with me and I will have it worked on.” “Those bones,” Zach said.

WormWhick had packed up my stuff from the grand hotel and set them in here before I even knew about this place, it gave the room an even homelier vibe. My throat burned from being dry for far too long, the house was quiet and though I had never actually seen WormWhick sleeping Jared say he once saw the little man with his legs hooked around the chandelier, hanging upside down and snoozing away like a bat. But what didn’t Jared say anyway?

That thought alone kept me awake. When the carriage finally slowed, I straightened, shaking off the haze. We stopped in front of a massive inn, its structure towering like a relic of a forgotten era. Lanterns hung at every corner, their golden glow illuminating the carved wooden beams and intricate stonework. The place buzzed with life, people strolling in and out, laughter and chatter spilling into the cool night air. Lucius glanced at me, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. "This," he said, gesturing to the grand building, "is our first stop. The most popular inn in Decresh. It's where people come to wine, dine, and gamble all night."