Percy Jackson Cabin 9 Novels & Stories

This same road was leading to one very particular place that held so much significance for all of them, and it was the cabin where Knox and Axel and Jaxon and Ryder usually stayed when they wanted privacy away from their packs and families. By the time she pulled up in front of the cabin and parked the car, she could see that the other members of their bond were already there waiting for them. Knox's motorcycle was parked near the front porch along with Jaxon's truck and Ryder's car. The cabin itself looked exactly like she remembered it, a rustic wooden structure surrounded by tall trees that provided privacy and isolation from the rest of the world. Warm light was glowing from the windows

"I'm starving." "Didn't you eat enough chocolate dirt and candy clouds?" Theo snapped. "I don't think all that forest junk food counts," Falcon muttered. "Look," Cameron said suddenly, lifting his arm and pointing ahead. "There's a cabin up ahead." "That must be Opal's place," DJ said, relief evident in his voice. “It’s older than I expected.” "Who cares?" Falcon sighed dramatically. "I just wanna kick these boots off. I really need a foot rub."

And almost every night, after showing up at the Casino, Nico Piccolo would go alone, accompanied only by his chauffeur, to a desolate little cabin hidden in the heart of the woods bordering Thomastown and Hollowford. Ria’s men had not been abo to identify just who lived there, for the cabin had a high voltage electric fence around it. Shielding it from people who approached. And a team of fierce Rottweilers who would bark in a frenzy if any stranger approached. Ria had shrugged apologetically as she informed Bianca, “My men did not want to reveal themselves. But whoever lives in that little cabin is someone young Piccolo fears.” “But,“ she added, once Paddy was back home, she would set him o

It was like he’d disappeared into smoke. But Dorian didn’t believe in ghosts. “He’s hiding,” he said as he handed me a thick folder. “And this—this will force him out.” I flipped through the documents. Bank records. A property registered under an alias. Hidden deep in the woods outside of Anacortes. I felt my stomach twist. Leon stepped up behind me, his hand grazing my shoulder. “Let’s pay him a visit.” The cabin was barely more than a shadow tucked between trees. No lights. No car. Just silence and the thrum of insects in the air. We parked a few yards away and approached on foot, flashlights off. Every step through the underbrush made my heart hammer harder.

** The Cost of Secrets** The cold night clings to the cabin as the rain beats against the windows, intensifying the fear inside. The flickering light of the fire only casts darker shadows as Sophia, Ethan, Jason, and Max stand in the heart of the cabin, emotions whirling like a storm. Outside, the men that Max came with wait, their presence a constant threat. The door, broken from their forced entry, hangs crookedly on its hinges, a reminder of the fragile situation they're all trapped in.

My hand rests lightly on her back, feeling the rapid flutter of her heartbeat syncing with mine. "I’ve got you," I murmur against her hair, inhaling subtly—committing the moment to memory, even as guilt gnaws at the edges. "Come on. My cabin’s on the outskirts—secluded, warded against intrusions. He can’t follow without my permission." The cabin: a modest retreat I built myself years ago, tucked into the forest’s embrace, with timber walls etched in protective runes and a hearth that always smells of cedar and smoke. It’s my sanctuary, and now, hers. She nods against my shirt, her voice muffled but resolute. "Thank you, Damian. I... I don’t know what I’d do without you right now."

We would just have to do some digging. “How many other cabins are there in the area?” I asked as I hauled my duffle bag up the stairs to the loft. “Ten, I believe,” Lucas said. “There’s a welcome center back down the road we came in on. We can start there first thing in the morning.” “Sounds like a plan to me,” I replied, dropping my stuff on the bed.

But the screen remained black; the energy core was drained. I looked at Lucas’s profile. His jaw was set so tight I feared it might crack. His hands gripped the wheel with such intensity his knuckles were white. I was too intimidated to even ask for his device. He brought the transport to a halt in front of a secluded, majestic cabin of cedar and obsidian. It was smaller than the grand Montgomery estate, but it radiated a quiet, expensive power. "Your kin... will they not object to a Hollowed guest?" I asked as he lifted me again.

LISA'S POV The cabin was beautiful. Tucked into the mountains, surrounded by pine trees, with a view of the valley below. Wood and stone and glass. A huge fireplace. A kitchen that looked barely used. And upstairs, a bedroom with a bed big enough for three people. "Diesel owns it," Jackson said, setting down our bags. "Uses it for when he needs to disappear. I figured we could use some privacy." Privacy. Right. Because tonight was our wedding night.

Soren urged anxiously, “Lia, you're still unwell. You can't stand in the rain.” Kaiden chased after me, his voice still hard. “Freya, come back.” I kept dragging my suitcase forward. The old cabin stood behind the northern slope. It was the place Soren, Kaiden, and I had built together as children. It held our old photos, our wooden practice swords, and the first Moon Goddess pendant Kaiden had ever carved for me. I had planned to spend my last three days there. But the rain grew heavier, and my vision blurred more and more. Just as my body was about to give out, a steady hand caught my shoulder.