Witch Cabin Novels & Stories

Goof This is my first time coming to the cabin. Viper told us about it when he heard Silvy and I discussing our honeymoon. I have heard about it in passing but that is it. Apparently Raider bought the cabin shortly after he and Ave started the club as a getaway for the brothers. I have never been here until now but I have seen pictures over the years. What had started as a one room log cabin with just a wood stove and basic bare minimum bathroom and kitchen over the years has turned into a three bedroom two bathroom cabin. A full back porch with grill and fire pit has been added. The master bedroom has it own bathroom complete with a claw foot tub big enough for two, a shower with three sho

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."

Maximus’ POV~~ “My help? Tell me, what did you need me to do?” She probed as the corners of her eyes crinkled. “Don’t mind my manners, healer; let’s go inside my cabin so we can have a proper discussion,” the old witch said as she took the lead and walked us to her cabin. The cabin hunched over like a crooked old crone, its roof thatched with a patchwork of moss and wild grasses. Smoke curled from a chimney that leaned like a drunken sailor, disappearing into the thick, twilight sky.

“Yes. They couldn’t have got it wrong, I oversaw the whole thing.” “Yeah… but.” “Chris.” Jaxson grabbed his chin, glaring at him. “I love it, I was always going to love it. Stop worrying. The most important thing is you like it.” Chris looked the two-story log cabin over. A circular window decorated the apex of the A-frame roof that held the three bedrooms. It was a similar size to the suite in the palace really. Tonight would be their first night in it… and Chris was looking forward to that.

She says, as she gets in the vehicle. The guest house wasn’t far from the main house and it only took us a few minutes to drive to it. When I pulled in front of the modest cabin, Willow’s mother scuffed her nose as she got out of my car and said, “I was hoping for something more modern, like the packhouse. What is this, a cabin?” “Yes, it’s a cabin and has all the amenities that you will need to live.” I told her as I opened the front door to let her inside.

he grabbed my arm again, this time leading me in the direction of the lake. -Colton, now," we kept walking and walking until we were far enough away from all the people. We stopped near a place, there was a small cabin there. But it wasn't a house, it was a sort of vacation cabin, no walls, just pillars supporting the roof. It looked nice. -Why are you acting like that? -he asked me, crossing his arms. -That's none of your business," I walked over to the hut and sat down on a rock. There was grass on it, and there were also sheets on the floor and pillows. Who will sleep here, or will they only have these things for the public?

The blue Chevy rolled to a stop beneath a dense canopy of weeping willows. The safehouse wasn’t a mansion. It was a low, weather-beaten cabin tucked into a sharp ravine, where the valley fog hung so thick it completely blotted out the midday sun. The wooden siding was stained green from decades of damp river air, and a small porch on the front groaned under a pile of rotting firewood. It looked like a place where things went to be forgotten.

It involved a dusty vintage station wagon that Liam had spent three days restoring, packed to the roof with diapers, portable cribs, and Elara’s old fishing gear. ​The Vance family cabin was a modest, two-story structure tucked away on the edge of a mirror-still lake in the Adirondacks. It smelled of woodsmoke, damp earth, and memories. For Elara, it was the place where her father had taught her how to stitch a wound and how to listen to the silence. For Liam, it was a terrifying expanse of "unmanaged environment."

No interruptions. I open the travel app on my phone. My thumb hovers briefly. Then I search. Lakeside cabins. Two nights. One hour from the city. Private dock. Fireplace. Breakfast basket delivered every morning. A place where water moves slowly and the wind carries nothing but leaves and birds. I find one. The photos show a warm cabin with a large window facing the lake. A swing on the porch. A tiny rowboat tied to a wooden platform. It is simple. Quiet. Beautiful in a way that soothes rather than impresses.

I still try to hear something, nothing follows, but my heart refuses to slow down. The cabin has four visible rooms - the main living area with the kitchen, and three small bedrooms. The cabin looks so small from outside , I don't know how it looks so big inside - again, it is magic. I proceed to do a thorough search of all the rooms, looking for potential escape routes or hiding places- I need to think ahead. The bedrooms all contain comfortable-looking beds with fresh bed sheets, small wardrobes and I am tempted to sleep in them.