Nemesis Cabin Novels & Stories

It was simply two people on either side of a child they had made, standing in a room full of diffused blue light, understanding that this was what it was supposed to have been from the beginning and choosing, without discussion, to let that be what it was rather than what it had cost to get here. Zane lowered his head. "Right," he said, with the brisk practicality of someone who has completed the awe portion of the program and is ready to proceed to the content. "Deep sea section first. Then we can work backwards." "Lead the way," Marcus said. Zane led the way. * * * The deep sea section was in the basement.

-Jacey- The cabin was huge with triangle-shaped windows under the roof line extending to the wraparound deck. “Wow,” I breathed. “It’s nice. It belongs to a senator,” Max said. “They’re donating it to the joint task force so that we can nail Masterson, the sheik, and a few others. It’s all one big trafficking ring, and even when they’re competing with each other, they work with each other on occasion as well.” “I suppose it’s good to have friends,” I muttered.

"We ought to look at the cabin. It may provide us with fresh hints regarding the identify of the traitor. The following morning, Lyla and Maya cautiously made their way over to the deserted cabin. It was a remote setting, ideal for covert gatherings. Lyla's senses were acutely aware of their approach, and she became agitated at the sound of the leaves rustling. When they finally arrived at the cabin, they cautiously opened the door to find it unoccupied but still clearly used.

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.

“This better not be…” The door creaked open, and the musty smell hit me first, thick enough to make my eyes water. Cobwebs hung in heavy curtains from the ceiling, and the walls had yellowed with time. One small bed slumped in the corner, its mattress so thin the springs showed through. A broken lamp sat crooked on the nightstand. Leena tensed, her eyes blazing as she turned. “This is a storage cabin. You expect her…” Annabel’s face was pale. “Alpha Dimitri said this is all that was available.”

But her resentment, as fast as it flared, was swallowed by something stronger. Curiosity. Jealousy. Suspicion. And envy. Always envy. Still, her eyes flicked up to meet his, and the urgency in them chipped away at her resistance. She sighed. “If she’s pulled one of her disappearing acts… then yeah, she won’t be in class. She won’t go to work either. Definitely won’t be at home.” He leaned in slightly, clinging to her words. “There’s a cabin,” she continued. “It’s up near D Junction, in the woods. Almost nobody knows about it. I mean—I don’t even know the full story behind it. She goes there when she needs space. When she’s overwhelmed, or… when she wants to vanish.”

“As werewolves, the moon goddess has created us with a beastly nature for our survival. Our wolf is a signature. The frequencies we leave behind once we are long gone and forgotten. Pieces of evidence that we walked the earth and toiled the ground. With this nature will have the right to be rampant. which is our pride. But you are becoming the exception. And the frequencies you create are weaker than those of a human. Do you have anything to say for yourself?’’ Elena feels the need to look at her father. Yet any attempt she makes at raising her head is met with an invisible force that commands her to stay down. “Killing a human is no way of showing strength.’’ There it was again, his fingers

“Welcome. Your name?” “Riven.” Niles shrugs and says, “Welcome, Riven. I hope that you’ll be an asset to our pack.” “I plan on it.” Monica sets her long fingers on my elbow. “We have a couple of empty cabins. Let me show them to you.” Her fingers linger on my elbow for longer than I’d like. She turns and leads me towards a couple of cabins. One is a bit smaller, with a single window. The other one looks sturdier and has two curtained windows.

I was ready to ignore everything else for that dream. Until Jade disappeared and it all lost its meaning. Three years. I have everything I've ever wanted. The wealth. The fame. Everything except her. And it breaks me in ways only the Moon Goddess can explain. A nudge from across the backseat of the Escalade pulls me back to the present. The ever gorgeous Camille Graves sits there with a sophisticated smile, observing me. “So, this new Lycan. Ever met him?” I adjust my tie as I meet her gaze. “The man is from the other side of North America. I could not have met him.”