The Shack Novels & Stories

I smile, and we all take turns introducing ourselves. “Well, let’s get inside. It’s so hot out here. It’s way cooler underground.” “Underground?” I question, and he nods. Ryan grins again, and we all walk inside. The shack is literally just a shack. There is nothing inside, no furniture or anything. We watch Ken pushes an indent on the shack wall, and the floor opens, revealing stairs. We all gasp, and Ryan smirks, “Told you. You all will get the comfy mattress you desire,” he teases.

The trees here were older and larger, with roots that protruded from the ground like huge, gnarled tentacles. “There.” Nellie pointed. We stopped. Through the trees, just barely visible in the fading evening light, was a shack. It was small and square and listing slightly to one side. The wood was dark. There was a covered porch, a garden off to one side that was overgrown but clearly still in use, and one window at the front with a dim yellowish glow behind the glass. We stood there for a moment, looking at it. “You said there was a couple,” Tyler murmured to Nellie.

His need to protect those mates of his a big fucking turn on. Thrain purring in agreement. My eyes soon noticing that my little pet took us to a little shack. A shack warriors often used when patrolling at night and needed a place to sleep. The shack close to the boarders but far enough away from Jake’s old packhouse. The perfect place for what I planned to do this boy. My own cock throbbing at everything I could possibly do and have zero interruptions. The thought enough to send me into overdrive the closer we got. My need for him unyielding as he eventually opens the door. My large frame quick when entering while my hold over him stays firm.

Deep into the night, a chilling wind whispered through the desolate northern cliffs. At the base, an eerie, long-forgotten wooden shack stood, its door creaking open under the careful hand of Quinby Yanker. He slipped inside, his movements as silent as the shadows that danced across the walls. That was the place, the exact location Zane's note had led him to. The interior of the shack was a testament to neglect, with cobwebs in every corner and decades-old decor buried under a thick blanket of dust. It was clear no soul had set foot there in ages.

The wood was weathered gray, splintered in places, as if the building had been abandoned on purpose and then forgotten. If someone told her it was condemned, she would have believed them instantly. This was the safe house? “This,” she said slowly, turning her head toward Charlie, “is a shack.” He didn’t look offended. He didn’t even look surprised. He just scanned the tree line again, calm and methodical, like he was standing in front of a five-star hotel instead of something that looked one bad storm away from collapsing. “It’s supposed to look like that,” he said. Sky crossed her arms. Her shoulder still ached, a dull reminder of the night she was trying not to think about. “It looks like

His arm moves from my hand to wrap around my waist, keeping me a little behind him as his eyes sweep the small space for any danger. At his nod, I rush over to the tiny counter, where I spot a kerosene lantern and matches; I need some more light so that I can check over Valen a little better. I grab the tiny box of matches and pray they aren't damp as Valen shuffles to the other side of the shack. I exhale sharply when the smallest flame ignites and lights the lantern, bringing our shelter into full view for the first time. I grimace at the lack of a fireplace and bathroom, but nod when I spot a small bed in the far corner of the shack

old scar split the place where his right eye should’ve been, the hollow catching the light as his hand locked under Saeris’s arms. He hauled her upright, her boots scraping uselessly over the dirt as he dragged her forward. Toward a structure that barely deserved the name. Shack was more honest. Rough planks lashed together in a hurry, gaps yawning in the walls, roof sagging under its own weight. "Who are you people?" Saeris’s voice came out hoarse, cracked. "What do you want?" “You should be thrilled,” the girl said with a chill certainty that made it clear: she owned Saeris life now, and she did not need to say it aloud for Saeris to understand. "You’re just the bait, which means you

I inhaled deeply, trying to catch a familiar scent of any werewolf from the Crystal Crescent pack, I wasn't disappointed. "They were here," I voiced out, furthering into the dilapidating shack that had no door. Roughly chopped woods were nailed together to form the letter n. A sofa was the only thing the wooden hut could contain. Partly burnt woods and ashes laid in front of the shack with smoke evaporating from the sticks in the absence of visible fire. There was definitely a little lighting causing smoke. The smell of ashes on grasses and smoke accompanied with the morning dew was satisfying to perceive. The Crystal Crescent pack had passed the night here. I

He called John who finally answered after the 4th ring. “John, is everyone ok?” He asked. “Yes Mack, Matilda and Aaliyah are questioning Lena and everybody else is either helping with border patrol, eating, or getting checked out by medical.” “I ran into 2 of Shaba’s rogue, they were searching the territory for survivors. I don’t think they recognized me, but I took care of them but they said the whole town was damn near empty. Which made me think that Shaba already knows we got out of the pack house.” Mack said.

I left my bags in his house not like I have any money in it,and my shoes . I didn't have the guts to hit Chole because of my step mom and what she would do to me if i hit her precious daughter doesn't mean I couldn't do the same to Noah. yes am proud to say I hit his big fat head with my shoes and I don't regret it ,if anything I felt a lot better. "Get out of my way crazy girl,do you want to die ?if yes then I wouldn't be the one to kill you." A husky voice spoke snapping me out of my murderous thought.