Tyche Cabin Novels & Stories

' We drove along the gravel road -more of a path for vehicles which wound through the settlement- for quite a while before reaching a row of cabins so close to the forest they were almost in it. I hadn't known what to expect, but it was surprising to see the cabins all looked very different. Some were small enough to obviously be one room while others stretched out rooms like wings. Carson directed us to park in front of a cabin which reminded me of a bowtie---a skinny center part with two wide portions on either side. "You will be sharing this cabin with your escort, Rachel. It's set up as a modesty building. You'll share the sitting area though you both have your own sleeping area with pri

And with that being said, he walked away leaving Ruth stunned, she brushed it off thinking he woke up at the wrong side of the bed. ***** He got dressed as fast as he could and left the house, he went out through the back, something keeps telling me that this cabin is creepy, since the night they arrived and the breeze that made the hairs on skin stand and the night he saw an old lady while he was in the kitchen with Patrick. He let his mind wander and still he could not find anything to hold against the cabin. He stopped to look at the signboard, the arrow point left to the lake, he followed the road, by his calculation, it was just a five minutes walk from that path and fifteen minutes fro

Ambrose is quick to shrug me off, taking a few steps away. “Ambrose, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did. It was wrong of me.” I say softly. “Forget it. Get back in the car.” She snarls, walking away and gets back into the car. I wouldn’t blame him if he drove off and left me. I’ve upset him. Groaning, I return to the car. He starts driving for another twenty minutes before we come to a large, tall set of steel gates. Ambrose uses a code to open them. Five minutes more in the car, and a cabin comes into view. It is beautiful—light coloured outer structure with tall, black roofs. There is a balcony added onto it. Large walls and fences surround it. It is as secure as his house. There

But the peace of the morning did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. Chloe climbed out of the truck, her eyes scanning the cabin with a mixture of wariness and exhaustion. “This is the place?” I nodded, walking around to the back of the truck to grab our bags. “It’s not much, but it’ll keep us hidden for a while.” Chloe didn’t argue. She just followed me inside, her footsteps quiet on the creaky wooden floor. The inside of the cabin was just as bare as the outside—one small room with a bed, a table, and a fireplace. It was enough for now. It had to be.

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.

Marcus' POV The cabins were far more impressive than I'd expected. When Luke mentioned rustic accommodations, I'd pictured basic wooden structures with just the essentials. What we found instead was something else entirely. Sophisticated alpine architecture that blended rustic charm with modern comfort. Each individual cabin was built from polished hardwood, with sloped roofs covered in dark slate tiles. Large panoramic windows offered breathtaking views of the surrounding mountains, while private decks furnished with solid wood furniture invited quiet moments of contemplation. Inside, from what I could glimpse through open windows, there were wood-burning fireplaces, heated floors, and eleg

Of course, it just had to be his arm. “You used to love when I did that,” he said to me and I shot him a glare once I got my bearings, then yanked my hand back. “In what life?” “Kyler. Come help me with the other bags! Louisa, open the doors.” Silas yelled. Kyl shot me a wink before running back to the car, and with an exasperated huff, I fished out the keys. The cabin was even better than I’d imagined. Warm wooden floors, a massive stone fireplace, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the lake. The kitchen area was modern too. And just like I predicted, it was stocked.

She was merely a background character, her vehicle casting lights through the window as she and Ethan passed. Eventually, they entered another wooded area, and Lydia sighed as she watched the trees crop up around them once more. They emerged half an hour later in front of a small wooden cabin, set back behind a scenic pond with a circular driveway separating it from the home. Another safe house. She sat up in the seat, taking in the surroundings. This one seemed less fashionably esoteric and more modern, lowkey, approachable. She grabbed the bookbag at her feet and went to open her door, but Ethan stopped her with another gentle squeeze.

Tyrone whispered. “I’m glad to see you too.” Sera laughed as she gently pushed Tyrone away from her. She smiled when Tyrone held out his hand for her as she went in. “I have a small ranch just outside the Gale estate. The horses would be there as well.” Tyrone said as he sat beside her. Though the carriage was big enough to cater up to 6 people, Tyrone chose to seat beside Sera and he leaned his head on her shoulders as his arms were wrapped around her waist.

Maybe third. I couldn't do that. Wouldn't do that. Around two AM, Tyler pulled off the highway onto a smaller road. Then onto an even smaller road that was barely paved. "Where are we?" "Almost there." The road ended at a small cabin. Isolated. Surrounded by trees. No other buildings visible. "This is my family's old hunting cabin," Tyler said. "We haven't used it in years. No one knows about it except me. You'll be safe here."