Camp Half Blood Cabins Novels & Stories

Luckily, it is the garden in the front of the cabin that has begun to rot until replanted next year. Something must have caught his attention. Maybe I made a noise, not realizing it, or moved the curtain slightly. He looked at the cabin, “Who’s there?” He started moving towards the steps. “Come out here. You are on private property.” Moving closer and looking around to make sure no one is sneaking up on him, he continues speaking, “This Blood Meadow land. This cabin is not for anyone to use but Blood Meadow pack members. You are trespassing.”

I nodded my head doing a mental check on all the things I needed to do before leaving, I need my bags, and a shower, I could still smell the blood. The car came to a stop in front of a building, it was an abandoned cabin surrounded by nothing but trees for miles, it had broken windows, and a huge sign with red paint splattered all over it, that looked almost like dried blood, on the one intact window, the fake blood wrote ‘GET OUT’ a mark in the front that almost looked like a gash.

They passed over his border and Aiden pointed out different parts of their pack lands. “These small cottages are houses of the mated pairs and families. Over there is sort of like our main street with our small store, the day care, school and medical clinic. At the end of this street is the main pack house.” Aiden pointed out each building to her. Finally Thomas pulled up the large U shaped driveway and parked right in front of the pack house. The pack house was huge and old it had been in their pack for a very long time it was more like a big stone mansion, it even had a few out buildings for the training facilities and the warriors barracks where the unmated warriors stayed on one side and

His Nordic blue eyes glinted with mischief. "Well, let go," Audre said weakly. Aleks could tell he made her nervous, and that made him even more excited. He wanted to tease her some more but decided to do it in small doses. He let go of her hand and turned serious. "Alright, see those large cabins over there? They house four to five students. There are bunk beds for them to sleep in and a couple of bathrooms." he said and pointed at the cabins. Audre nodded. Aleks showed her the rest of the camp and explained what kind of things happened around there. He looked at her after he was done. "Lights off by 10 pm. Any question?" he asked.

Jon only gave me a brief side glance, almost looking askance at me, but said nothing and continued to drive deeper into the woods. The cabin was now beyond a humble abode, to me the brown wooden structure tarnished with white and black from failed attempts to revive its derelict appearance with paint, resembled those haunted cabins in the woods in horror movies and those cabins were infamous for many things- none of which are pleasant. I felt like I was walking into some deformed serial killer's lair or into a domain for creatures of the night and supernatural entities; ghosts, vampires and wicked witches with an appetite for human flesh.

Still, Van was my buddy as well as my cabin-mate, and Bob is both cool and funny. The upper half of all four walls of each cabin at Camp Dickinger are nothing but screen. That makes for a lot of screens which have to try to stand up to a camp full of rambunctious teenagers with no phones or other electronics. After every summer at camp with no electronics, I'm surprised anew that any building on Earth over fifty years old is still standing, since kids back then had no screens to tranquilize them. Shit gets thrown around the cabins every day, and the screens take a beating. We had more than enough stapling and nailing to keep us busy before the last session of the summer.

Of course she did. “You’re gripping that wheel like it owes you money,” she said casually. Mason didn’t look away from the road. “I’m driving.” “You’re emotionally driving.” Kai nearly choked laughing beside her. I turned toward the window to hide my smile. The camp itself looked straight out of one of those coming-of-age movies people pretend not to cry over. Wooden cabins sat around a huge clearing surrounded by trees, with a frozen lake off to the side for skating drills and a massive bonfire pit near the center.

“The interviews have started and all keys are being audited as we speak.” “Good,” I answer. “If the traitor knows, the cabin becomes a trap before we arrive.” We drive under a bruised sky until the road narrows into forest. The old cabin sits near the edge of Bloodmoon land, half swallowed by trees. It used to be a forgotten shelter. Kaleb turned it into a workshop because he wanted to give me something beautiful. Now it’s a potential threat. We kill the engine a hundred yards out and go on foot. I raise my fist when we get close, indicating they should stop.

Panic bloomed in my chest. No. This was supposed to be my escape. I clenched my fists. Fine. Let him be here. Let Emma throw her daggers. I’d stay away. I’d avoid every corner he stepped in. A cheerful camp coordinator showed me to my room. Cabin 5. It was a long wooden structure that smelled of pine and damp earth. Inside were four bunk beds and eight girls. The walls were decorated with faded posters of wildlife and motivational quotes. The beds had thin mattresses and patchy blue bedspreads.

For a while we were on a dirt lane through the woods, then miles and miles of trees, interspersed with the occasional mansion. The first thing Damon said to me when we departed was, "The Stationary is about a two-hour ride. It's what we call the training camps." About 100 Half-Bloods reside there." "There's only 100 half-bloods?" I barely made it out.