Witch Cabin Novels & Stories

Sophie came to a standstill when the cabin came into view. She had not anticipated this at all. It was only... absolutely gorgeous. The massive timber U-shaped cabin had a panoramic porch, which would no doubt overlook the lake she could see just outside the building. The façade of the cabin was made of glazed glass, allowing lots of natural light to enter. It was ideally placed on a rise for her to notice anyone approaching. "I did not expect that. It's... amazing. Wow, simply stunning."

“Isn’t it gorgeous? I’ll be there in three days, Nicole. Only. Three. Days.” She paged to the photo that showed the inside of the cabin, which featured an expansive fireplace and high ceilings made entirely of gorgeous oak. Thea had wanted to stay at one of the Mighty Pine cabins for over two years now. She’d finally been able to reserve one of the cabins a month ago, and she would be staying up in the Cascades all by her lonesome for two weeks. Nicole sighed. “Honey, we need to get you a date if you’re drooling over pine trees for the thousandth time this week. What’s so great about this place, anyway? It’s not like Washington doesn’t have trees all over the place.”

He led the way, pausing to hold back branches to keep them from slapping her in the face. Suddenly the trail opened onto a clearing where a log cabin sat. It appeared to be square, with a covered porch that ran the length of the front. A few stairs led to a green front door on the left while a rectangular window looked over the right side of the porch. Mystified, Jackie stared at the structure. She hadn't been aware of another cabin at Winchester Point. It was bigger than the island cabin had been before Scott's renovations. It would make a great rental for guests, despite the distance from the water.

"Because even the most precise machines need maintenance in a controlled environment. And because constant pressure, without relief, creates cracks. And cracks, as you have so clearly demonstrated, must be managed, not ignored." It was a practical, almost clinical answer. But there was something in the idea that he, Calleb de Assis, considered "relief" necessary that intrigued her. The cabin, when it finally appeared at the end of a dirt road, was more than discreet. It was almost invisible, made of aged wood, camouflaged among tall pine trees. It was small, solid, with a stone chimney and a large window facing a deep valley. Inside, it was spartan but not uncomfortable: a large leather sofa

She understood that something is wrong. After ten minutes, Theo, Nina and the others are now sitting in their new cabin. This is not as big as the other one, but still it is big enough to accommodate them all. It has three bedrooms, but doesn't have a backyard and a separate pool. But the best part of this cabin is, it's not just a normal cabin. It's a floating cabin which is floating in the middle of the lake. So not everyone can come here. It's the safest place for Nina.

We had to figure out who was really pulling the strings, and why; since it felt like there was more behind the curtain. I opened the passenger door and stepped out, onto the gravelly path before me, my shoes crunching the rocks beneath. Unlike my mansion, Vaughn had a cabin for his oasis. However, his cabin was not small by design. In fact, it was much larger than what your eyes could possibly see and believe. Walking up the wooden steps and through his front entrance and the cabin itself was expansive as it was welcoming.

“But Dante has taste. This place feels like its own little paradise.” The three of us headed inside, and I gasped at the warmth in the cabin. The scent of pine and cedar swirled around with a hint of smoke. Everything was bathed in warmth. Stained wood decorated the walls, and deep colors accented the feel of the space. “It’s homey,” Chris glances around, his brows knitted, “Kind of expected something more modern.” “It’s a cabin in the middle of nowhere,” Shawn muttered under his breath, his hands sifting through a folder on the tabletop. “Looks like we’re in Canada.”

If not, then it might take a day or two for Robert and Patrick to track him down. "Come, I will show you something," he said and led her upstairs. There is a deck on the first floor, apart from the bedroom. He loves this cabin very much, as it is passed on to him by his mother. Bur Jake tried to taint it. He will pay for that and Damien will make sure that jake suffers. Curiously Eva followed behind Damien and she gasped when opened the sliding glass doors, revealing the deck. The lack is sprawled behind the lack house, surrounded by greenery and a small waterfall on their right, from where the water is trickling into the lake.

Kingston, who had just spoken, or herself, who was suffocating with explosive curiosity. It seemed pointless to try to find justification when Kingston had already taken Aceli out of the driver's seat. The man had kept the top part of his van hidden while they were traveling. But a button had transformed the mobile home into a villa in the forest. It was equipped with various amenities. Futuristic. And it had a cabin that provided plenty of space. There were several things Pandora liked about Kingston's valuable collection. The car cabin displayed beautiful art. Shelves were installed at the top. Beds were next to windows and televisions were decorated to provide entertainment.

she whispered, more to herself than me and my smile turned just that little bit wider at her softly spoken words. And then my cabin came into view. I heard Ivy gasp lightly from beside me and I took that as an indication that she liked what she saw. I used the word cabin loosely. It was more of a small wooden house than anything else. Through the large glass french doors you could see the living room with its black couches, a swing which hung from the ceiling and the in built fire place. The caretakers had hung up golden fairly lights which illuminated the entire place, giving the place an almost ethereal look. I nodded in satisfaction. Ivy was so busy staring at the cabin with its sloped ro