Percy Jackson Cabin 9 Novels & Stories

Leaving the podium, I made my way back to my cabin where my car was parked, ready to head to Artichoke. Upon arriving at the store, which specifically caters to omegas, I strategically parked my vehicle close to the building, fully aware that I would be purchasing a significant number of items to transport back to my cabin. Upon entering the store, I immediately located a cart that was perfectly suited for my needs. Without wasting any time, I carefully selected the softest pillows and blankets available, keeping our little mate in mind with each item I chose.

The black Maybach came to a smooth stop in front of a tower of glass and steel that seemed to swallow the sky. Aubrey leaned back slightly, staring up. Frost Corporation. The name was carved into the building in steel work that looked like it cost a lot. Her stomach churned. She stepped out, instantly hit by the cold city wind. Her thrifted shoes touched pavement so polished it reflected the building like a mirror. Everything here looked expensive enough to make her feel like she didn’t belong.

Her ankle twisted on a root, sending her stumbling. Adrian caught her. “Don’t stop.” His grip was tight. Unyielding. Juniper forced herself forward. Branches whipped against her arms, her face. Her breath came in ragged gasps. “They’re closing in,” Ethan gritted out. Adrian’s gaze scanned the darkness. Then—his eyes locked onto something. “There.” Juniper followed his gaze. A cabin. Hidden between the trees. She almost sobbed in relief. “Please tell me that’s yours.”

It almost seems cryptic, like she knows something about me that I do not know. Or, Jake and I begin the walk to a set of cabins a short distance from Briggs and Annas cabin. Or breaks away from us at the first cabin past the big oak trees with a view of the water. Jake walks me to my cabin. “You are next to me. This cabin was Arnold’s cabin, but he was moved to border security, so now he is on the other side of the lake. He kept it pretty clean, so you should be okay,” Jake says.

Jon growled, pushing through them and Celia to let himself in. Darius followed, then Indra who had blonde hair that was much brighter than her mate’s, and finally Atlas. Celia was nervous as she joined them where they gathered. The cabin was just a one–room space with a torch hanging from a holder on the wall, two pallets, a small sack of clothes and a metal basin full of water. Jon took position against the wall by the window while Indra scanned the place while walking around. Atlas and Darius stood in place in the center, as if trying to figure where to start.

Monica led the way with, ever focused and calculative, while Ruby flanked the side, her hands held high just incase we needed a little fire power to help in our aid. My lungs burned, but I didn’t dare slow down. The training cabin came into view—small, stone-built, crouched beneath a canopy of weeping willows. It looked almost insignificant from the outside, a forgotten cottage—but we all knew what it was. Reinforced walls. Escape tunnels. A lock that could hold back gods, if need be. “Go!” Monica shouted, ushering the kids forward. “Inside, all of you—don’t be scared!” Claire was already there, waiting with Sierra. She and Valerie helped the younger ones climb the small porch. Laura was sce

“And by hounds, you mean—?” “Not the kind you’re thinking.” His lips twitched in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You’ll know if we see one.” I shivered, unsure if I wanted to find out. We reached a small cabin tucked deep into the forest, its silhouette barely visible against the night. It looked abandoned — the kind of place you’d pass by in a horror movie right before something terrible happened. Kael pushed the door open with his shoulder, the wood groaning under his strength.

I do not take it off. The new safe house is a cabin at the end of a logging road, surrounded by pines so thick the sky disappears. It is smaller than the last one, older, the wood grey and weathered. A wood stove sits in the corner. The windows are small, high up, too narrow for a person to squeeze through.

“I don’t want your trust. I want you to use me. I’ve got nothing left to lose. I know My sister’s alive so I don’t need anything else. I just want to see Elena buried.” Damian studies him for a long moment. Then he cuts the bindings. "Lead the way." --- The cabin is smaller than I expected. Tucked between pine trees, windows dark, no smoke from the chimney. It looks abandoned. Maybe it was meant to. Marcus moves toward the door, gestures for us to stay back. "Let me go first. If there are traps, I know how to spot them." Damian nods. "Five minutes. Then we come in." Marcus disappears inside. Maya paces. Caden watches the tree line. Greta sits on a fallen log, her hands shaking.

"Can't blame you. He's pretty." "You're both impossible." "We're both yours." Haruto slides eggs onto a plate. Sets it in front of me. "Eat. You need fuel." "Fuel for what?" Julian appears in the doorway. Grey eyes. Dark sweater. Coffee in hand. "Fuel for today," he says. "We're going to the cabin." I blink. "What cabin?" Haruto sets down the spatula. "My cabin. Upstate. I told you about it remember?" "Vaguely."