Percy Jackson Cabin 9 Novels & Stories

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.

Zac's voice rumbled through the room as he applied even more pressure on Cedric's neck. “okay okay. She's in the forest. In a cabin.” he coughed in between words. “Which one?” “Very near Oklahoma. The forest that serves as a passage into Alaska.” Zac asked that this information be verified and as soon as Madam Crystal confirmed that there was truly a cabin in that forest, Zac hung up and waited for them to tell him if his beloved was there and when it was verified, Zac didn't hesitate to snap Cedric's neck.

Jagger POV Calliope falls asleep in the car, giving me time to think about what I am going to do. I can’t be seen anywhere with her, not even in my apartment in the city, and I definitely can’t take her to the safe house. My grip tightens on the steering wheel as I decide to take her to my cabin. Only Ghost and Dash know about the cabin. Not even Wyatt knows about it. I bought it a few years ago, and that’s where I come when I need to get off the grid and be alone. I never brought anyone to the cabin so bringing Calliope is new even for me.

There would be storms I wouldn't be able to help her avoid but she wouldn't have to live the way she lived for the first nine years of her life. Finally arriving at the cabin, an old GTO caught my attention. It must have belonged to Lucifer. It looked like a car he would drive. The cabin was in full darkness. The only light radiated from the porch. It was already dark out so I couldn't make out much of the detail of the cabin. All I noticed was the old wood, and long windows.

"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."

“They always do.” “Not if we get to the cabin first,” Elena said, her voice steady but strained. “Sophia, you said the cabin’s upstate. Do you remember where?” I closed my eyes, forcing myself to focus, the numbers—7-4-9-2-1-8—swirling with memories of the cabin. A lake, a dirt road, the smell of pine, my father pointing to Orion in the night sky. “It’s near Willow Creek,” I said, my voice hoarse. “A few hours north. There’s a shed behind the cabin—he kept things there, locked away.”

“Jason has no relatives. We rarely go out of town during the holiday season. But Jason once took me to Mount Baker. That was about four years ago. Jessica was still very young at that time and still often fussy when took to travel far. Then before we got to our destination, Jason invited us to stay at a cabin house near the woods, on the way to Mount Baker. Jason said his grandfather own the cabin and had gave it to him. Jason didn't like living in that cabin, so he rarely went there. But because Jessica was fussy at the time, we had to stop at the cabin for the night before we continued our journey to Mount Baker.” "Where is the cabin?" Calvin asked impatiently. "I don't know where it is. A

Carol swallowed, and I knew from the look in her eyes that she wasn’t going to argue with me, so she nodded. “He had a cabin 10 miles south of here,” she said slowly. “It’s in the rogue district. If you follow the road to the fork and then go down the pathway, accessible by car, on the right side of the road. A mile in, you’ll find a gathering of trees that almost look like a wall. Drive around it and you’ll find a cabin hidden in the darkest corner away from the eyes of the road. It’s his hideout.” “He has a hideout in the rogue district?” Lucy asked, raising her brows.

“Tell me if it’s too tight. It won’t be too fun if you faint due to lack of air and blood circulation.” She meekly nodded, still unsure of what was happening. They were at the roof of the cabin. Perseus was tying her on a pole jutting straight at the sky. She was facing the woods, illuminated by the full moon. She wanted to ask what his plan was, but she felt it will be futile to ask him anything. He seemed too focused and excited at what he was doing.

“You will be shown to a cabin. We will grant you permission to stay the night in Xenia, but only one night regardless of whether Nyctimus grants you an audience or not.” “Thank you,” I tell him with a nod. “One night only!” The old man stresses holding up his index finger to emphasize his point. “That’s all we need,” I tell him just as sternly and with a promise. The two Lycans lead us out and across the compound to a cabin that sits on the edge of the village. Through the trees I can just make out a lake, the sun's rays glittering and bouncing off the water, catching my eye. I had to admit it was beautiful here. Maybe a little too quiet though.