Tyche Cabin Novels & Stories

She snapped but the car suddenly pulled over. “We are here.” Tyler responded with a smile and came out of the car. Rebecca glanced at the environment and frowned as it was not Alex apartment as she suspected. She wanted to ask where he had brought her to but he had already gotten out of the vehicle. She reluctantly opened the door and got out of the car. There was a small cabin Infront and the environment was surrounded with some herb like plants. The place was a secluded area and had no other houses around which terrified Rebecca a bit.

“The eyes?” “The soul.” Jarek pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please don’t tell people that.” Number four lost spectacularly. Marcus blamed the jockey. We spent the rest of the races teasing him mercilessly. By the time the sun started dipping lower, we climbed back into the truck and headed farther into the mountains. And then I saw the cabin. “Oh…” The word escaped before I could stop it. Nestled among towering pines, the cabin overlooked a lake that reflected the evening sky like glass. A wraparound porch faced the mountains, and smoke curled lazily from a stone chimney.

I say and he nods his head. We all pile into the car, Lachlan in the drivers seat, me in the passengers seat and Lena and her father at the back. It takes us about ten minutes to drive to Old Bertha's cabin, I haven't been here in years and it's different but the same, the same that it's still all nature that surrounds the cabin and different because they're more trees and flowers. The best way to picture it, is like snow whites house where she lived out of the palace, the cabin is surrounded by nature and animals.

The roof is covered in pine needles, there's a set of stone steps leading up to a wooden porch with a bench swing on it, a welcome mat in front of a door painted a dark green, and a few small windows spaced out around the front. It's a small cabin, and though I've never personally spent the night here before I know that's it got two bedrooms, a small bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room. Of course, it might as well only have one bedroom since the other had been converted into a studio of sorts. "We're here," I mutter. "Now get out so I can run you over." "Ladies first." "Age before beauty." "Then why aren't you moving?" I glare at him before pulling the keys out of the ignition and pushing

Snow began to mix with the rain. "Turn left at the big pine," Kael directed. "The cabin is half a mile up the ridge." We reached the Safe House twenty minutes later. It was a small log cabin hidden in a dense cluster of spruce trees. It looked abandoned. Snow piled on the roof. The windows were dark. I parked the Jeep around the back. I killed the engine. "Stay here," I ordered. "I will clear the building." "I will go," Kael said. He reached for the door handle.

I blinked in confusion as Zephyr parked the car in front of a secluded wooden cabin, located deep within the woods. The place was surprisingly well-maintained, with a stone pathway leading up to the porch and warm lights glowing through the windows. "You have a private cottage in the middle of nowhere?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Zephyr lifted the corner of his mouth as he stepped out of the car. "It’s not in the middle of nowhere. It’s just ... away from everything." I scoffed. "Yeah, that’s literally the definition of ‘middle of nowhere.’" Zephyr chuckled but didn’t argue. Instead, he opened my door and gestured for me to follow him inside.

The winding mountain road finally opened up after nearly three hours of driving, and Gale let out a soft sigh of relief as the luxury cabin came into view. Tall pines surrounded the impressive two-story log structure, smoke curling lazily from the stone chimney. The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting a golden glow over the wide wooden deck that wrapped around the front. A hot tub bubbled gently on one side, and large windows promised stunning forest views inside. “Wow,” Gale murmured, squeezing Dean’s hand on the gear shift. “This place looks even better than the pictures.”

Tyra rode beside Clark, eyes fixed on the road ahead, but her thoughts kept circling back to the print works building, to warm lips, shared breath, and the devastating cost that followed. By the time the sky began to lighten, they reached the safe house: a weathered stone cottage tucked into a dense thicket, half-hidden by overgrown vines. Inside, it smelled of dust and old pine. Marcus and Rena checked the perimeter while Damon secured the doors. Tyra claimed a corner near the single window, putting as much space between herself and Troy as the small room allowed.