The Cabin Novels & Stories

she said to Kebin. Kebin nodded to the woman and turned to them. "Take some rest. Food will be delivered there right away" he said then he turned to Serra. "And you, you will meet the ancient one later". Kebin turned back to the woman. "Can you take them to the cabins Karil? Karil nodded. "This way" she said then stalked away. They all followed. ..... The cabin was quite big, enough for all the girls to fit. The walls were made of wood, the floor was made of bamboos, and the roof was knitted dried hay. The wind can easily pass through inside the room, giving everyone a relaxing cold rest.

He only gave a weak smile and I smiled proudly at everyone in the pack. Garron threw Steve a look as if to signify, “Leave or he will beat you into a pulp” and Steve immediately disappeared from my view. “Where is this cabin you say?” Garron pointed towards one at the far corner and said, “There, let us go” All of us went ahead and stopped in front of the cabin. It was a long cabin with a wide room that was compartmentalized into a bedroom, living room, and washroom. It looked like a studio apartment.

well still with the same jacket. Up ahead was a cabin. Made of wood if my sober mind was working correctly. Small and cozy hidden by the tons of trees behind it. It has a few lights on, two lanterns outside the door and the fireflies roaming about making it all look like a magical place from one of those Disney live action movies. Zade moved towards the cabin and when he reaches the door I expected him to put me down inorder to open it but he merely kicked the door with his boot, opening it.

"Where is here? " Mae looked at Sandra again and then threw me a frustrated geek. "This isn't working," I said fleeing the little room but I had to admit, I was kind of surprised they didn't call me back or stop me. From my brief survey, I noticed the cabin was larger than normal, it was almost like a mansion but with that rustic touch of old bamboo logs. I didn't count the number of doors I walked past but I was sure it was more than five. Eureka! I sighted what seemed to be the exit door of the strange-looking cabin and ran towards it. Just as I was about to grab the handle of the door, a voice scared me shitless.

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.

Nakos's two-story rustic cabin had been built by Olivia's parents a few years before they'd died, and was intended to be living quarters for the active foreman. It was set on Cattenach Ranch, deep in the southern pasture, with a clear view of the Laramie Mountains on one side, sprawling prairie on the back end, and a copse of cottonwoods to the north.

A girl who needs my help. And I'm going to give it to her. I reach my cabin, a small, rustic structure hidden deep in the forest. It's secluded, far from the prying eyes of my pack. I built it myself, a place to escape to when I need to be alone. A place to think, to plan, to strategize. A place to hide. The interior of the cabin is dimly lit, the only light coming from the moonlight filtering through a small window. It casts a soft glow on the wooden walls, creating shadows that dance and flicker.

"It’s a small cabin in the woods, about a fifteen-minute drive from town. It’s quiet, secluded, and fully furnished." I took the paper from her, and the moment my eyes landed on the photos, something inside me stirred. The cabin was perfect. Surrounded by towering trees, it looked like something out of a dream. The wooden exterior blended seamlessly with the forest, and a small porch wrapped around the front. Inside, the pictures showed a cozy living space with a stone fireplace, warm lighting, and rustic wooden furniture. The bedroom had large windows that overlooked the trees, and the kitchen, though small, had everything I would need. "This one," I said, my

“Stay safe. The both of you.” She walked out, shutting the door behind her. Maya and I just stood there for a second, watching the door. “Come on,” I said, trying to kill the silence before it got awkward. “Let’s check the bedroom.” She nodded. I led the way down the hall, Maya pressed hard against my side. The cabin was originally built for families taking summer holidays to look at the hills. Turns out it was a good business back then. Now? No one wanted to stay in some deserted cabin just staring at hills all day.

Made of rough wood and stone, with dark windows that seemed to be closed tight, it was surrounded by a forest that seemed to hold old stories and forgotten freedoms. “End of the line,” Jake announced as engines died one by one. I climbed off Kane’s bike on legs that shook from more than just the ride. The leather jacket had worked its way up during our escape, and I tugged it down self-consciously as Iron Fang members began unloading supplies. “Inside,” Kane said, guiding me with his hand on my lower back. His touch sparked a thrill within me. “We’ll be safe here.” The cabin was simple but had everything we needed—a stone fireplace, soft leather furniture that