Zeus Cabin Novels & Stories

A shiver racked my body, the weather becoming colder as we approached winter. I sat on the pebbles that covered the shore, Zion next to me. He had changed from his costume to a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that he had in his trunk. His car had so many different things stashed in the trunk that it wouldn't surprise me if he pulled out a mini fridge anymore. He had even made me change into a pair of sweats and one of his T-shirts that hugged my figure. Unfortunately, I had to be barefoot since my heels weren't ideal for the pebbles but to make me feel better, Zion decided to remain barefoot as well.

I tried my best not to show my small smiles even my butterflies were celebrating inside. “Customers are always right! Apologized Celeztine !” The woman insisted glaring heavily at me. I nodded and look at the men. “I-I’m..” Before I finish my sentence. “No,” Zeus uttered firmly before grabbing my arms as he drags me outside. “W-wait Zeus.” I protested but he doesn’t seem to hear it. “Don’t ever come back here!” I heard the woman exclaim on top of her lungs. “I-I’m sorry,” I screamed before Zeus finally dragged me out of the restaurant.

he said with a smile. Hera grinned and walked inside the cabin which is well lit and so beautiful. The cabin is two stories. The first floor has an open kitchen with a bar table and chairs separating it from the living area. There is a back door beside the kitchen which leads to the balcony, which has the full view of the waterfalls. The second floor has the master bedroom with an attached bathroom. There is a huge bed sitting in the middle of the room. The cabin is well maintained and is modern. The drapes are printed red in colour, matching the colour scheme of the entire Cabin.

The sun was just beginning to set, it's last rays burning red and orange on the horizon, just as an old, wood building came into view. It was an old trappers cabin, the wood weather-worn and bleached gray by the sun, the windows were smudged with grime and the rickety verandah looked like an accident waiting to happen. Merlin couldn't help the shiver of apprehension that ran through her, nervously biting her bottom lip as she peered out through the windscreen. Zeke turned in his seat to look at her and sensing her unease, gave her a reassuring smile, "This cabin belonged to my great-grandfather and this part of the bayou is werewolf territory, we'll be safe here"

I still didn't understand what she was trying to say. Three months ago, i–or we in particular, got a video from an anonymous sender. It was a partially blurred video of a place in Golden City, called Mount Olympia. It had a slight description written : 'Mount Olympia, Home of gods on Earth, House of Zeus. I definitely wanted to ignore the video, since I couldn't believe a mansion on a mountain was home to gods, most especially, Zeus. But, Zara insisted we upload it, to be sure of it's source, and how legit it was.

The man nods slowly. After maintaining the eye contact with him for some while, Heaven proceeds to leave. The cabin once stood along a clear, blue lake, a thick forest at its rear, and surrounded by mountains. It’s beautiful around her, but Heaven has no time to appreciate the view as she runs along the lake with Kaicha in her arms. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Zeedar had been spying on Ziason, who had secretly entered another pack. He trailed him from bar to pleasure house, watching as the man drowned himself in alcohol and men.

When exiting the car, Zeus's mansion looked even grander in the sunlight. I hadn't realized it was more of a castle. It was stacked five stories high, and the dark hand-placed stones shined with vintage authenticity. It is breathtaking, from the six-foot-long double windows to the grand double-entry front doors—the dark cherry wood with red with vintage gold knockers.

Zoe's POV Sitting in the plush leather seat, I looked around the private jet's cabin. The cream-colored walls and ceiling give the space an airy and spacious feel. Sunlight streamed in through the large windows, offering stunning views of the clouds outside. The polished wood accents and soft, muted lighting create an elegant ambiance. There's a small table nearby with fresh flowers, and the cabin is impeccably clean and well-maintained. It's a world of luxury and comfort in here.

My frantic gaze scanned the length of his—our bedroom, not spotting him anywhere, and an unnerving sensation flared to life in my belly. “Up here.” His deep, velvety voice threaded through me, quelling the rising dread. Instantly, my feet moved up the winding staircase to the second level, the space unfolding into a grand, obsidian sanctuary with towering, arched windows that bathed the place in soft, ethereal glow. Along one side, massive shelves held ancient texts, their pages concealing deep, guarded secrets. In the center, a curved velvet couch sat where Zeus rested, his large arms spread across the top as he stared out into the horizon.

Plus, my arms were really feeling the strain of Zander's weight. When I got near the cabin, I softly set Zander down on the deck. Then I checked to see if the door would open. It opened with ease. Those rich people didn't care about anything being stolen I guess. This cabin wasn't a typical summer camp cabin like I had stayed in summers ago. It was an upscale cabin with wide windows to look at the beautiful river view. There was even a spectacular fountain with rocks around it. I dragged Zander slowly through the door and made sure not to hit his head on the doorframe. I moved him towards a leather couch I saw and laid him there.