Tyche Cabin Novels & Stories

I slid over to Kane and took his hand in mine; Kane helped me out of the car. “It’s breathtaking.” I said quietly. “I thought you’d like it.” Kane said, pleased with himself. The “cabin” itself was far from a cabin, it was more like a mountain retreat. It was nestled between the hills of the mountains and a river ran through the back of the property. It was a three-story building with large, natural wood beams and floor to ceiling windows all around. The 1st and 2nd floors had live-edge wrap around decks made with wood I’m assuming was harvested when they cleared the land, complete with hanging flowerpots, potted flowers, and these neat planter boxes built into the handrails. There were cute

We finally reached the cabin and the immediate aura of an Alpha hit me, and he seemed furious. “Oh no,” Tyra said, turning her head back to me. “Who is it? You recognize a scent out here,” I asked. Tyra had trained a few times with Chance the weretiger, he’d been back a few times to give pointers to the she-wolves about tracking. “It’s … it’s Zach,” she said, getting off the four-wheeler. “What the fuck,” I said, making a fist. “I sense his Beta too and Beth,” she said, as we moved closer to the cabin.

She used a spell to get to our destination faster. I stared at the cabin that me and Aunt Kyndra would use, the bed was soft. I also noticed earlier when we entered that it was complete with amenities. Perhaps a rich person owned it. I came out of the cabin and what immediately appeared to me were Ridge and Tyron arguing over something. Chester was sitting not far away, using a laptop and obviously not caring about the two. I just sighed and decided to head to the deck.

I let my gaze wander over the cabin behind them. The scent of burnt wood lingered in the air, mingling with the aroma of coffee from inside. A wraparound porch embraced the log cabin, and a neat pile of firewood sat stacked on the side. A motorcycle and a jeep rested in front of the closed garage. We hadn’t seen a single tire track on the way here—there must be another access road hidden somewhere. “I can’t say the same,” Luc said dismissively. “No offense, but I don’t allow visitors on my property.”

As we neared the high-tier lodge where the elder council usually held their feasts, the glint of a polished black transport vehicle caught Tyler's attention. "Collins," Tyler said, his inner wolf practically perking its ears up. "Let's use the pack tokens on a real meal tonight." "Fine," I said, not lifting my eyes from the training roster on my slate. "My treat." Tyler pulled the vehicle right up to the main hearth entrance, tossing the heavy leather reins to the young stable hand. I stepped down, wiping the frost from my collar, and took a proper look at the cedar structure. "I know this place. The caribou loin here is unmatched."

When Tyler finally pulled back, gasping for air, Skylar took his place. His kiss was different—slower, deeper, and filled with a possessive intensity that made my knees buckle. He tasted of mint and the forest, and I leaned into him, my body molding against his hard frame. "We need to get her out of here," Skylar murmured against my lips, though he made no move to pull away. "My place," Tyler said. "The cabin. No one knows where it is." The drive to Tyler’s secluded cabin was a blur of shifting shadows and the hum of the engine. I sat between them in the front seat of the truck, my hands held firmly in theirs. The bond was screaming now, a constant, vibrating chord that demanded more than ju

"Sure, no problem." After twenty minutes, we hit the freeway on the road to Big Bear. The drive took two hours and thirty-five minutes, only because it was traffic, and we stopped by Walmart to gather some stuff needed to make it to Grandma Birdie's house. Minutes later, we drove onto the driveway of a beautiful lakefront cabin newly remodeled by our very own Wayne Peters two years ago. The house is close to a deep water lake dock for boats, and you can step into the backyard, wind protected for evenings outdoors on the deck. The house has four bedrooms and four baths, including two master suites with the same lake view.

How the hell could this be where Asher thought he truly belonged? Zane muttered curses under his breath as he drove around the outskirts until he finally found a discreet spot behind a half-collapsed train car. He parked, stepped out of his car, and locked it. Then he turned around to take in his environment truly. Abandoned trains lined up to his right. Some of them had been customized into what looked like bars, while the rest were gambling dens for the racing teams. Zane pulled up the message Ryder had sent him earlier. --The cabin key is in my tent in case you don't wanna watch the race. It's the blue tent around the garage, you can't miss it.

"She knows you wouldn't just abandon her. I told her I would find you, no matter what it took. I told her I’d take care of it." The sedan finally slowed down, the headlights bouncing across a bumpy dirt driveway that led deep into a dark, overgrown patch of woods. At the end of the driveway sat a small, isolated wooden cabin with faded paint and a sagging front porch. It was Tyler’s family cabin, a place deep in the woods where nobody ever came during the off-season. He pulled the car right up to the porch, killing the engine and the lights, plunging us into a heavy, deep darkness that felt completely different from the concrete walls of the compound. "We're safe here," Tyler said, turning h

she said. Alex didn’t wait for further explanation. He pushed forward, his pace quickening as he moved toward the clearing. Seraphina followed, and I exchanged a glance with Tyler before we hurried after them. The clearing was larger than I expected, the grass tall and wild, swaying gently in the breeze. At its center stood a small cabin, its wooden exterior weathered and worn, as though it had been standing there for centuries. Smoke curled lazily from the chimney, and the faint scent of burning wood hung in the air.