Tyche Cabin Novels & Stories

"Ouch!" We get to the cabin in the evening. I pull on a woollen coat as we alight the car since it's so cold. The house is just as it was last year. Simple wooden house with green grass and a beautiful scenery of mountains and valleys from a distance. We all unpack our things and set them in our respective rooms. There are three rooms. Bruna and Josh. Troy and Luce. Dax and... Wait, Dax and I? Noooooo! This is not good. Not at all!

His voice was like a low rumble of thunder. I didn't ask where we were going. I just got in. We drove for hours, leaving the city and the school far behind. We drove into the deep, dark woods until we reached a small cabin made of heavy logs. There were no neighbors. There were no lights. There was only the sound of the wind in the trees. "This is it," Jace said, turning off the engine. "This is where you belong now. Forever." The air inside the cabin was warm and smelled like cedar wood and fire. The twins led me into the bedroom. There was a massive bed covered in fur blankets. The walls were thick, and the door had a heavy iron bolt.

He punctuates the end of his sentence by turning off the truck and I jump out of the cab. But the time I stop at the front of the hood he's grabbed our two bags from the back and holds the key in one hand opening the cabin door. Our cabin is what you would picture at an old day camp where parents always send their kids in the movies. It's a log cabin, nicely put together with a beautiful little porch jutting out from the front. Windows with short curtains block the view inside, but I follow Elliot in and find a one-room cabin with a large bed, small kitchen with a mini fridge, and a big plush leather couch in one corner. These men sure enjoy their leather.

The black truck beeped twice and the gate began to roll open. Passing through the gates it almost entered another word. Everything was warm even in the darkness, cozy. There were small cabins everywhere with smoke puffing out the tops of their chimneys. The road was still dirt but it felt like some quiet little town tucked way in some fall season movie. Aldric followed the black truck down the center of town and until it finally stopped in front of a large wooden cabin, like the resort type of cabin. It was at least three stories high, the wood was the richest golden color; large full length windows and a wrap around porch. Aldric turned off the truck parking next to the black truck and open

She turned her face back toward the rain-streaked glass, watching the pine trees blur into a wall of dark green. The cabin appeared out of the storm like a ghost constructed of dark timber and rough-hewn stone. Tucked deep into a jagged ravine near the timberline, it bore no resemblance to the gleaming, high-tech glass of Rourke Tower. It was ancient, built long before the Rourke family had converted their primal dominance into corporate billions. Deep rune-carvings were etched into the massive oak threshold, faintly shimmering with an organic, pale blue light that made the hair on Evie’s arms stand up. The moment the heavy SUV crossed the perimeter stone, the oppressive, electric static of

There was also a jungle path by the tarred road along which Lemuel had said they could go mountain biking sometime. She looked forward to that because, he had brought their bicycles and they were currently leaning by the cabin. A couple of trucks were sitting at the parking lot, as well as a scooter that she was hoping to ride sometime. She was indeed happy with their vacation spot as Lemuel had promised that she would be. When he had taken her inside the classic cabin’s interior, she had been impressed. The cabin had four bedrooms and offered a stereo system, a fireplace, along with a well-equipped kitchen with a refrigerator and a stovetop. There was access to WiFi as well which to her mea

The safehouse turned out to be a huge cabin hidden deep in the woods beside a lake. The second we arrived, I frowned. “This place looks like it belongs in a murder documentary.” Kane grabbed our bags from the trunk. “Comforting.” “I’m serious.” “It’s secure.” “That doesn’t make it less creepy.” He walked toward the cabin without answering. I followed reluctantly. Inside, the house was surprisingly warm. Dark wooden walls. Large fireplace. Soft lighting. Massive windows overlooking the lake. It looked cozy. In a terrifying rich-survivalist kind of way.

After several minutes, the trees thin out, revealing a breathtaking sight. Brooke's cabin isn't just a cabin; it's a sprawling, multi-story lodge built from dark, polished wood and rough-hewn stone. Massive windows gleam with internal lights, reflecting the surrounding forest like a mirror. A wide, covered porch wraps around the front, and a towering stone chimney dominates one side, puffing out a lazy plume of smoke. Expensive-looking skis are propped by the front door, and a sleek snowmobile sits idly on a patch of cleared ground nearby. This is a place built for winter luxury, for escaping the world with ample space and every possible comfort. This is not a humble retreat.

The kind of place where you could scream as loud as you wanted and no one would hear. Perfect. Tyler's hand was gripping mine tightly as we pulled up to the cabin, his nervousness obvious in the way he kept biting his lip and fidgeting with his collar. I'd made him keep it on, wanting the ranger to see immediately that Tyler belonged to me. "You sure about this?" I asked, turning off the engine.

He took her hand and laced their fingers together while they both caught their breath. “Why do you have a cabin out here in the middle of nowhere?” she asked softly, running her hand over his chest, unable to stop touching him. “I don’t,” Terrence admitted. “It’s Gabe’s. He uses it when he goes fishing. I asked him to let me borrow it for a while.” “It’s pretty fancy for a fishing cabin.” Christine looked around at the soft rugs, the polished wood floors, and the comfortable bed they were lying on. “How far are we from the main highway?”