What's My Percy Jackson Cabin Novels & Stories

Cole crouched and started to draw on the sand. “I have a small hunting cabin here,” he said as he drew two houses separated by water. “I spend a lot of time there because it is manageable and visitor friendly. I was nursing a gunshot wound. I needed food delivery and stuff. I figured it would make more sense to stay there. That was where Alexander’s men got me. The cabin Jason is speaking of is on the other side. Electric wire fenced, boobie-traps, — name it. I have it there to protect the place from trespassers and mostly because I didn’t want many people knowing it was mine. You should hear the ghost stories delivery guys tell me about the place. The only way in is through the water or by

"But somehow, I have this feeling the idea that I am this covered has made you undress me with your eyes or at least, crave the idea?" He blushed but he did not give a reply making her laugh. One thing Leonidas realized was that the cabin, though surrounded by the forest also had a line dividing it from sand. Just pure sand that stretched into thousands of miles. "The Cabin is located at the far end of Renatus and no one comes here, that is one reason it is so hidden from mortal eyes," Persephone said when he kept staring at it. "But when you only go farther. You find a desert."

“Footsteps, ours from last night.” Ronnie leans down beside him. “Fresh prints would have disturbed the dust. None did.” I pace, the walls pressing too close, my wolf snarling at every shadow. “Too clean. Too fucking intentional.” Ryder nods once. “Cabin two clear.” Cabin three is the healer’s cabin. My jaw tightens before we even step inside. This is where Jaxon spent half the night. Where Paige sat crying quietly until Parker pulled her into his chest. Where we hold so many memories, good and bad.

Panic bloomed in my chest. No. This was supposed to be my escape. I clenched my fists. Fine. Let him be here. Let Emma throw her daggers. I’d stay away. I’d avoid every corner he stepped in. A cheerful camp coordinator showed me to my room. Cabin 5. It was a long wooden structure that smelled of pine and damp earth. Inside were four bunk beds and eight girls. The walls were decorated with faded posters of wildlife and motivational quotes. The beds had thin mattresses and patchy blue bedspreads.

Tessa, the first Witch to ever be named a Luna. Our cabin was anything but modest, which I should’ve expected when Zeke presented it to me four years ago. It had a rustic quality I adored with its stone fireplaces and hand carved interior, but it’s three stories and plethora of floor-to-ceiling windows gave it the same feel as a woodsy mansion. It could’ve been a card board box for all I cared, though. The cabin held a place in my heart that could never be replaced. It was where Zeke and I shared our many firsts.

That old hag, as annoying as she was I'll admit her power is admirable. "I do not think it matters, the witches know about you, I am sure." I mumbled. A small and creepy cabin comes into my vision. Its wood looks rotten, dark with moss plastered onto it like paint. Its windows are dark with spiderwebs making its home. "This must be where Mericel and her little admirers are. Creepy little thing. Hope I do not catch a disease just by looking at it." I murmur. Cylester laughs on my shoulder nearly toppling over.

"I polished his silver so I could learn where he hid the keys to the laboratory. I served his wine so I could hear which Council members were taking his bribes. Now, either you move your ass into that cabin, or we can wait for the High Elder’s trackers to find us. Your scent is currently screaming like a siren in the dark." I looked at the cabin, a low-slung structure of dark stone and ancient cedar, nearly invisible against the jagged cliffs of the Obsidian Peaks. It was Rowan’s sanctuary, a place he’d described in the flashes of the soul-bond. "Rowan, they took him," I whispered, the weight of the loss hitting me harder than the freezing mountain air.

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.

I leaned in and pecked his lips. As always, Zeus was left speechless as my lips touched his. I turned around and waved my hand as I made my way out of the hall of throne. --------------------------------------------------------- I was standing in the middle of the woods behind Helenora's cabin. Ever since she left, the cabin was practically left unprotected. I knew King Vlad left nothing inside the cabin to be fallen into the wrong hands. But I couldn't shake this uneasy feeling inside my chest that the cabin must be taken over by the Cerberus territory.

It reminded me a little bit of the drive leading up to the safehouse where Darren had died. Poor Darren. I wondered just how many fucking people I was going to lose by the time this ended and if one of them was going to be Jacey. “You’ll be staying here until the next team comes to get you,” Bea said as we rounded the bend, and I saw a huge Adirondack-style cabin. The big A-line windows looked down upon the drive here. I didn’t see any kind of lake, so I guessed the back windows looked out into the woods. “Great. More woods,” I grumbled.