What's My Percy Jackson Cabin Novels & Stories

Taking a step forward, she raised her hands to part the huge wet leaves that hung from trees on our path to reveal a bright clearing of trees, and in their midst sat a cabin. “We’re here.” My eyes widened. I'd never have imagined something as simple and modern as this cabin existed so deep in the woods. “What is that doing here?” “The girls live there.” Ella answered, looking like I’d just asked why she has one head. “At least whenever they’re on pack grounds. Call it the perks of being Stephanie's friend.” “Really? I assumed they stay in the pack house like everyone else.” I turned towards her. “You know the upper quarters like I do?”

They all agree, but Jesse insists on following me to drop my things. "But you don't need to. I'll be fine." "Don't be polite. Also, you don't even know your way around the camp. How do you intend to find the lake." "Fine. Fine. Well played." We go to one of the cabins and I kinda underestimated them. Everything is wooden, but they kind of help you take attention of that. There's a carpet on the floor, cool LED lights, a hot tub on the balcony and six bunk beds. "Cool. It's very manly."

This same road was leading to one very particular place that held so much significance for all of them, and it was the cabin where Knox and Axel and Jaxon and Ryder usually stayed when they wanted privacy away from their packs and families. By the time she pulled up in front of the cabin and parked the car, she could see that the other members of their bond were already there waiting for them. Knox's motorcycle was parked near the front porch along with Jaxon's truck and Ryder's car. The cabin itself looked exactly like she remembered it, a rustic wooden structure surrounded by tall trees that provided privacy and isolation from the rest of the world. Warm light was glowing from the windows

I would get to be just like everyone else. For the first time in my life. Normal. ** The long drive passed by in a flash. I stretched in my seat as Kemper steered the car through the patrolled entrance to the cabin. Such a small word for the grandiosity of the home at the base of the mountains. With two stories and housing just over ten bedrooms and the same number of bathrooms, the cabin was big enough to accommodate a small community within its walls. Cleared through for entry, I gathered my things and slid my sunglasses over my nose as the car rocked to a gentle stop.

My eyes travelled south, ogling at the tan skin of his muscled torso when his arms were raised. I glanced away from him, his perfectly sculpted Greek body, to the cabin we would live in for the next week. We had mutually decided that we were too tired to ask for another cabin. It wasn’t completely made of dark wood. Three steps leading up to the black door, a heart-shaped with rose petals was made in the hallway, which Hayden and I ignored. It was spacious enough for two people with a cozy living room, a small kitchen and a bedroom with just one bed and a bathroom.

Kamar – "The witches should be here soon, and then we will walk over to their new home, a cabin close to here. They made the cabin of camouflage colors matching the forest, hiding the cabin in plain sight. The cabin has two bedrooms, one being fixed to accommodate the baby, with cribs, toys, etc. They fully furnished the cabin with all the latest necessities. We have provided an Elven nanny who is also a warrior of ours to help and guard the baby at night."

i try to clean my hands in a tainted cloth so i can hug them. "School sucks!", Percy bursts out, almost in tears. He runs up straight to his room. It is not yet completed, but has the basic for survival- a bed, a desk and a closet. I follow him with my eyes and then before i have time to say anything more to anyone, they all scatter around the house, talking to themselves, throwing and kicking stuff around. I suppose they had the same day as i did.

Cerelia’s POV The sight of the log cabin, tucked away in the trees at the far end of the property with a gurgling creek nearby, took my breath away. It was so different from Xandrios’s sprawling penthouse with all its modern amenities. We collected our luggage from the car and walked up to the cozy deck with a sit-out. “Is this ours?” I looked around at the other cabins at a distance. They were larger and clustered together, and all were occupied.

I shifted on the bed, trying to ignore the discomfort, but every second that passed made my skin itch with the need to leave. “You look like you’re about to pass out,” Percy commented from the corner of the room, arms crossed as he studied me. His voice wasn’t mocking—just observant. I swallowed hard. “I just can’t stay here. I need to sleep somewhere else.” Percy tilted his head, considering. Then he made a thoughtful noise. “There’s a spot near the back of the house,” he said. “Has glass doors facing the outside. We can turn off the lights and sleep there. It’s quiet. Feels open.”

Selima gasped, pointing through a gap in the trees. Up ahead, in the middle of a perfect circle of huge, old oak trees, sat a cabin. It wasn't exactly the ‘rustic-chic’ Airbnb I’d pictured, but it was amazing. It was made of massive, dark logs and seemed to be built right into the side of a grey stone cliff. It looked like it had been part of the mountain forever. And standing on the front porch, looking like she was the queen of the woods, was my worst nightmare …Zelly.