Witch Cabin Novels & Stories

"In a different way." We crested a final ridge, and there it was: the Sanctuary. It was a rustic, two-story cabin built into the side of a digital cliff, overlooking a sea of clouds that shimmered like liquid silver. A wrap-around porch held two rocking chairs, and behind the main house, a wide, open-bay garage waited with its doors beckoning. It was exactly what Marcus and Elena had dreamed of before the greed took them. A home for the wolves.

Part of me was scared if Axel was ever to find us. And that we were just… forgotten. We found it just before dusk, a shape tucked between thick trees, half-covered in vines and shadow. For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. But Amber saw it too. A cabin. Not a grand one. Just a single-room wooden structure with a slanted roof and a broken porch step. The door was hanging crooked on its hinges, creaking slightly with the breeze. It looked like it hadn’t been touched in years.

Xavier slid out of the car; I took this chance to shake my worry away as he skirted over to my side, opening the door for me. Trees shadowed over us, creating a dancing pattern through their leaves as the sliver of the silver moon slipped between the gaps. The gentle purr of the summer wind made the small lights anchored from tree to tree swayed like sparkling stars within my reach. In my awe, I admired the cabin, small, cozy, made of glass and wood. Yellow lights illuminated the entire place. A rattan sectional with a white cushion and a bonfire faces the water not far from where we are. It was calm and almost still apart from the small waves brought to the banks by the wind, reflecting the

The border we shared with Venom by my old cabin was so vast. As the night went on and we spent more time getting to know each other I got a little sad to leave the cabin. We vowed that we could come back here once a year, although I had no idea if it would even be available. I explained to her that traditional packs normally have a “packhouse” or a giant log building with many rooms where people stay together. We had probably two dozen communal homes like that around the pack. Some people hate living alone and we encourage it because building all these little cabins gets expensive.

Not that they would take over it until I died but I could tell that was a long way off. The cabin was tucked into the side of the witches' land a boarding house for those that needed their space but couldn't follow rules. I made my way out here very little as the wolves that joined adapted very well after a couple of runs with Fallon. Rouge vampires were in another part of the land closer to the flocks of animals. I walked up the steps towards the door, it opened to Sarin with a drink in his hand. He never drank around me so I was slightly taken aback.

To stalk her sister? Travis' arm around her tightened, pulling her closer. "We're here," Mason announced. He pulled the SUV up to a large, two-story log cabin that was probably half the size of Wendy's home. As such, it qualified as a mini-mansion in her eyes. Several other black vehicles and cop cars sat in the circle drive, and a group of uniformed men hung around the front door. "Any requests?" Mason turned around and smiled. "Hot chocolate and more chocolate," she said.

​The wood-burning stove in the center of the cabin crackled, a sharp, rhythmic sound that was the only thing keeping the oppressive silence of the mountains at bay. Outside, the mist had thickened into a white wall, swallowing the pines and the SUV, leaving the three Vane siblings in a pocket of reality that felt disconnected from the high-tech chaos of the city they had just fled.

He tossed them underhand to Jace. “Take the rustbucket. ’97 Impala. Hood’s ugly as sin, and the A/C don’t work — which means nobody’s gonna look twice at it.” Jace caught the keys with a grin. “Perfect.” Mack gave them directions to a cabin about an hour away—remote, off-grid, and deep in the woods. He assures them it’s safe, “No one’s gonna come looking there. Hell, no one even knows it exists but me. It’s my own little hideout.”

Us five plus Jeremiah and another warrior drove with all the luggage, and the other two warriors shifted and ran ahead to make sure the cabin was safe. Jacob and Amelia's cabin was in the middle of nowhere surrounded by beautiful forest. It was still in Blood Moon territory, but only just. It was far enough away from civilization that we wouldn't be bugged by anyone. Calling it a ‘cabin’ was a little derogatory too. Yes, it looked like a wood cabin. But it was enormous, and it had a second little cottage just behind it. The plan was that the warriors could use the cottage when they weren't on active duty.