Jabberwock Inn Novels & Stories

Damon As expected, it took me half an hour to reach the designated place. The location mentioned in the secret message was an old loggers' cabin known as Artemis Inn, a mere half-hour run from the Wild Fang camp. Its name is derived from its proximity, offering historical shelter to those wandering the woods. Artemis Inn stood small and quiet, ideal for a restful night after exploring the woods outside the Blood Rose territory. The structure, entirely crafted from wood, boasted a 500-year history, giving it a rustic yet cozy charm.

Smoke curled from chimneys like the town was trying to pretend rebellion wasn’t knocking on its front door. Shops were scattered around the modest town square. A bakery with two crooked windows and the smell of warm honey bread. A weapons stall with rusted swords and a bored teen boy polishing a blade with what looked like his sleeve. A fruit stand manned by an old lady with three teeth and an arm that could probably take down a troll. And just past the corner? A modest inn, creaking under the weight of gossip and time. “Stay close,” Alaric murmured beside me, his voice lowered to a soft, intimate rasp. “Don’t do anything reckless.”

' jack was far more dumbfounded than his face was giving credit for . In the guild hall he got his card and decided to take a job to kill some minor demons that seem to resemble fantasy goblins but from the little bit of his memories he knew that those things where just what are called lowly beings that line wherever there's concentrated energy but still .'no...hell no...goblins for real?...God what the hell do you think this is funny or something?' Jack just took the paper from her and sighed "hah im off give me 30 mins and I'll be back more or less "

Jasper The Inn was quiet when we got there, most of their guests were in bed and asleep, but they had a bar, so we decided to check it out to sniff for the wolf, Knowing no wolf would be asleep around midnight. The moment the three of us entered the bar, we began sniffing the air. The pumpkin farmer wasn't the werewolf, so this guy was the one. It was faint, but I caught it and followed it. Randolph and Kevin followed me.

Stray cats were rummaging through the overflowing rubbish bins and fighting over a large fish bone. Thorn raced towards the local inn he had rented out. Leila saw a large wooden sign hung on the side of the building that read, Ye Olde Jubilee Inn, which was the most prominent establishment in the mountainous village. A spacious stable was placed in the front yard where dozens of destriers were chewing straw. The hall on the ground level was filled with knights and soldiers who had just returned from the fight in the cave. Nurses were attending the injured, and the rest were flirting with the local wenches. Food and drink continuously streamed out of the extremely organized kitchen, filling t

His slanted eyes looked extremely fierce, and he put the beer bottle on the table so that the beer from the jar filled the table. “Give me a plate, no, three plates of smoked meat.” "Right now!" He grinned, sharp teeth sticking out of his mouth. While bringing up the beer, the prince suddenly noticed the whispers and gossips coming from the surroundings. They weren't talking about him, but about someone outside the pub. Lily was standing in the middle of the road, before she could enter the bar, a disheveled werewolf, his mouth full of alcohol, came out to tease her.

“...But I need sleep first.” With that Robyn lead me to the wooden, thatched-roof Berrybrow Inn. I tethered Pepper and promised him a few days of rest. His whinny sounded like a mocking laugh at the idea he wouldn’t be flying across the countryside again soon. The gold entwining necklace was enough to secure our lodgings. In fact, it was enough that the bustling Mrs Berrybrow made sure both Robyn and I had hot baths, full plates of food, and a dozen brand new outfits to choose from. We both fell asleep sprawled together on the rickety four-poster bed well before noon as exhaustion caught up with us both.

My landlord's name was Leah Burke. She was in her early 20s and had a smoking hot body with delightfully smooth skin. Leah often donned dresses of various designs. Whenever she passed by, I could vaguely see the lacey texture of her underwear. It had been almost a month since I moved in, but she never greeted me whenever we saw each other. She was quite a standoffish beauty. This afternoon, I signed a big business deal. It delighted my boss so much that he had me get off work early as a reward. Little did I expect to see my gorgeous landlord outside my apartment door.

The first howl came at dawn. It wasn’t one of ours. It was guttural, wrong—like something dead trying to remember how to sing. The sound cut through the morning mist like a blade, silencing the forest in a single breath. Birds stilled. The wind died. Even Nyx went stiff in my chest, ears pinned back, hackles raised. Mara burst into my cabin a moment later, still half-shifted, her eyes golden and wild. “They’re at the eastern ridge,” she growled. “Cursed ones. Four, maybe five. We don’t know if they’ve crossed the border yet.”

We left the cabin behind, the keys left in the mailbox for whoever found the place next, and drove his old pickup truck forty miles south to the edge of the neutral territory. We checked into a small, unnamed brick inn that catered to wolves who had chosen to walk away from the pack hierarchies. There were no titles here, no Alphas, and no declarations of war. The lobby smelled like old woodsmoke and wet wool, and the old innkeeper didn't even ask for our last names when Rohan handed over a couple of crumpled bills for a room on the second floor. The room was small, with a sagging mattress and a single window overlooking the dark, mist-shrouded valley below.