Camp Green Lake Novels & Stories

"I've found her. She is still with Luke... I have the number plate of the car. Track them down." I repeated all the details I had from memory, then shifted and ran off after them. Nadia's scent led to a private camping site. This must be the getaway she spoke of. The campsite was tucked away deep in the forest, hidden beneath towering pine trees that swayed gently in the evening breeze. A handful of wooden cabins were scattered around a large open field, while several campers had pitched their tents beneath the trees for extra shade. A narrow gravel road wound through the grounds, leading to a small lake where the setting sun shimmered across the water. The smell of burning firewood drifted

It was set next to town, on a private lakehouse, the same favorite camping site of the Scotts and the Thompsons. The Wrights and the Thompsons were on the road for two hours in each of their respective luxury camper vans. Everyone could see the bright blue sky from their vehicle's windows. It was dotted with fluffy clouds. Soon, their vans became covered with the shade of trees as their party turned into a narrow road, leading to the lake. The place was entirely surrounded by trees, mostly pines, giving the air that nice scent of nature. "I love it! I love it here, Daddy!" Lucas exclaimed, watching the scenery from the van.

“Oh, you’ll get more than a tour, pretty boy.” I clenched my jaw but didn’t say anything as they shoved us forward. They made us walk through the deep brush and thicket of trees in rogue territory for what felt like miles. There was so much smoke in the air from cooking meat it was making my wolf antsy. When we eventually stepped into a large round clearing I could see why there was so much smoke. A massive buffalo turned over an open flame in the center of a crude kind of campground. A crowd of rogues surrounded it, eating and drinking and laughing together. A whole rogue encampment, and their leader sat right there in its midst.

Cayd says to me. I nod, feeling more and more nervous as we leave the city and move into the forested area around where their packs lie. Reagan continues talking whether to help keep me calm, or because that’s just her personality, but she tells me about the other two packs that border her family’s pack, Safe Haven and Canyon Ridge. “In the middle, they’ve made a common area with a pool, grills, a concession stand, it’s great! It’s where we had the twins’ birthday party,” Meadow says.

He stated that he will not promise us the best time of field trip but I know we will have so much fun together and we will be camping in the wild, which was my kind of set up. I was looking around and there as not much of the females in the field. I was sighing before I saw that Chris was giving us a table and I have my table under the white tarp. It was for the paleoclimate team and I was happy to see that my colleagues will be there as well. “Well, this should be fun,” one of them said as I was smiling before we were moving out our stuff from the van. We will be camping here and Chris will have some of us to be on duty to get the water from the Midwest Research Station for refilling the wa

"I'd like to take Jackie and scout some campsite locations this afternoon. I've marked out a few places, but I wondered if you have any input." Blake looked over the map, noting the circles Scott had drawn at various spots along the edge of the lake. He nodded thoughtfully. "These are some good spots." He used his finger to circle a few places Scott had indicated along the northern shore of the lake. "And if you go here," he pointed to a location to the east, "there's a trailhead. Follow that and you come to a beaver pond, with a couple of lakes beyond that, all within hiking distance of this lake. You'll find a handful of good campsites there." "Great, man, that's helpful. My thinki

The next morning, we packed and hiked back down the mountain. Matt and I were well aware of our newly confirmed terms and conditions. At the summer camp, there were 5 lodges holding about 20 boys each. And then the main lodge for parties and events. Beside a small lake

Tonight, it was a familiar, comforting silver orb, casting long, elegant shadows through the dense canopy of pine and ironwood. They were headed to the Whispering Lake, a secluded, crescent-shaped body of water nestled in a forgotten valley miles from the main settlement. It was a place untouched by pack politics, untainted by the blood of the trial ring, and entirely removed from the judging eyes of the elders. It was just water, stone, and the watching stars.

Dad, Eric and I were close but every year, I felt like those trips brought us closer. This year we had chosen to go to the Lynx Lake Campground in Prescott National Forest. It wasn’t too far from home so Gloria would be okay with the trip. It was going to be the first year since the divorce that the girls were going to join us. When dad had proposed the idea, I have to admit that I had reservations.

My crown is stained in the blood of the innocent, the very same wolves I've always sworn to protect. Dark thoughts swirl even as I look around at the majestic beauty of this stunning location. The spot that Rudy has taken us to is a wooded campsite far from any town. It reminds me of the kind of place they'd send us as pups for the summer, where we'd learn to be proper wolves while eating s'mores and singing poorly harmonized camp songs. The stolen van now rests next to one of at least a dozen cabins situated around the pure, crisp waters of a pristine lake.