Percy Jackson Cabin 9 Novels & Stories

“Every piece he remembers is a weapon against them.” Daniel’s breathing grew ragged, and Sonia immediately softened, cradling his hand. “Okay, Danny. Rest. You’re safe now.” His eyes closed again, his body sinking back into uneasy sleep. Echo shut the laptop with a quiet snap. “Well, that answers our question. Kavenhurst isn’t just a codename. It’s where the Circle of Nine operate. Maybe even where they live.” Jason leaned back, rubbing his jaw. “If that’s true, it’s not just a mission anymore. It’s suicide.”

“We’re close, Lucas—hang in there. How’s the baby?” My eyes stung, my heart thudding as I whispered, “Hope’s fighting, like her mom.” Tom’s throat tightened, his voice soft. “You’re a strong family—stay with her.” My pulse steadied, my heart fierce with gratitude as we hung up. Minutes later, Stiles called again, his voice sharp, his heart pounding with urgency. “We traced the text to an old cabin off Route 9, near the lake,” he said, his hands likely pointing at a map.

It seems as though they’ve been left in a whole new world all by themselves. “Here we are guys, welcome to the Lakewood Cabin,” Stacie announced, smile fading as she tried to detect an approving look on their faces in the moon lit night.

“That would be – that would be amazing, Evelyn – seriously!? I mean, Annabeth is so nice, but I can’t stay in her house forever.” “I think it’s perfect,” and I really do smile to think of her there in that quiet pleasant cabin. “And check the driveway – there should still be a car there with a trunk full of cash to keep you very comfortable. Don’t worry – we’ll take that out of Rafe’s pay. Call it restitution.” ————————————————————————————————————

Mara flicks me a look that says are you alright and also I told you so. My mouth goes dry. My body… does not. The shock shoots straight through him and into me. The scent of him sharpens, storm, pine, heat, and now I’m the one who stumbles, slick saturating my ass. “Eyes up,” Jace snaps, already pivoting into a different plan. “Cabin.” “Cabin?” I echo, because my brain is a genius that latches onto the most unserious word. Hazel grins. “Rut Cabin.”

Maelstrom of emotions that’s dragging my heart onto the ocean floor. Our car we’re put in a screeching halt at the notorious cabin that Jake was talking about. Telling us about a lore of a decapitated body skulking around here at midnight, looking for its head, that still yet to be unearthed. Telling us that he had proof of trails of dried blood in the carpet, which was a total fallacy. The cabin’s spacious, great for glamping, with a rustic fireplace, viable for freezing weather. Only two bedrooms are available though, with the capacity to lodge five heads.

I felt his neck creak. "Five seconds, Marcus. Tell us where the girl is, and we might let you run. Keep quiet, and I snap your neck and go find Zack myself. It’s no loss to me if she dies with you." "Wait!" Marcus shrieked. "The cabin! Central Valley, 402 Pine Road!" Caleb immediately dived into the car, tires screaming as he raced for the address. "And my husband?" I pressed, the bone in his neck groaning under my palms.

It reminded me a little bit of the drive leading up to the safehouse where Darren had died. Poor Darren. I wondered just how many fucking people I was going to lose by the time this ended and if one of them was going to be Jacey. “You’ll be staying here until the next team comes to get you,” Bea said as we rounded the bend, and I saw a huge Adirondack-style cabin. The big A-line windows looked down upon the drive here. I didn’t see any kind of lake, so I guessed the back windows looked out into the woods. “Great. More woods,” I grumbled.

The mate bond won't make her aware of it yet. I made my way down the road leading towards the old cabins by the lake. The houses would need some TLC if the new pack members decided they would like to stay there. I couldn't blame them if they did. I found myself getting lost in the view most mornings. I mentally counted the cabins as I passed each one down the road one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, sixteen, and I stopped at the seventeenth cabin. I ran my hand through my tangled tassels before I made my way to the door; I knocked loudly on the door. I heard shuffling inside the cabin before the door swung open. "Oh, come in, Alpha."

That old hag, as annoying as she was I'll admit her power is admirable. "I do not think it matters, the witches know about you, I am sure." I mumbled. A small and creepy cabin comes into my vision. Its wood looks rotten, dark with moss plastered onto it like paint. Its windows are dark with spiderwebs making its home. "This must be where Mericel and her little admirers are. Creepy little thing. Hope I do not catch a disease just by looking at it." I murmur. Cylester laughs on my shoulder nearly toppling over.