Camp Half Blood Long Island Novels & Stories

The air grew heavier with each passing hour, as though the world itself was bracing for something unnatural. Ever since the gods’ messenger appeared, the countdown had begun—seven days until the Day of the Blood Moon. Seven days to prepare. Seven days to survive. Ava sat beneath the twisted elder tree outside the sanctuary, the bark behind her pulsing faintly as if aware of her presence. The wind was sharp, slicing through the night with whispers. Her fingers traced the mark on her wrist—ever since she mixed her blood with Achi’s, the mark had darkened, a signal that something ancient had awakened.

"Tonight is the night we dance. I hope you are ready. If you are ready, tonight is the night for you to find out the answers to secrets you've pondered your whole life. If you think you can handle it, then meet me tonight after the sun goes down in Portsmouth." Shock becomes a mask pulled over my face. Brandon hadn't been bluffing. He had wanted me to really trust him. Not only that, but he wanted me to come to Portsmouth. Portsmouth is where the vampires and fang bangers hang out. These vamps weren't the glittering sex coated marvels of old movies. The squadron didn't even get kills in Portsmouth. Vampires took care of their problems. If you broke the code down there, you would be found dra

Writing her own love story was her happiness hoping that it will be an happy ending when she finally reached the final chapter. The Camping was held in the forest two miles away from the town. It was a safe camping place with the beautiful scenery of a creek. The moment they came to the place, they were ordered to build their tents. Hannah and her will share a tent and Mackie will join a senior student named Glenn. Thyago will be joining the team Captain along with another guy she doesn't know the name and her naughty mind even wonder how does it feel like to be joining him in a tent. The thought made her smile like silly. They were currently having problems building their tent when Thyago s

Finally around 10am his phone started ringing. “Hello! What did he say?” Aiden practically yelled at his father through the phone. “Well good morning to you to son, I slept great thank you for asking.” Arthur responded sarcastically, “the doc said he has to have some werewolf blood but she might be a Half Blood. It’s very rare since most werewolves stick to their own kind, but there have been a few one night stands or even short relationships between humans and werewolves. Once in a while a half blood will be the product of that. We think your mate must have grown up as a human. Her mom may not have even known that she had slept with a werewolf let alone gave birth to one.”

Nobody is going to come to me. Talking about me, my name is Theodore Reigns. I'm 16, about to enter Junior year in two months when the school reopens after summer break. But to be honest, right now I think it's highly unlikely cause I'm here attending this three day Art camp for next year's senior students, that too in disguise as Elena Griffin, Eastwood's best artist, and so if I get caught, I guess I won't have to go to school again.

There was literally no way I could think of to get together five hundred thousand dollars in two weeks. The only other option seemed to be to take my sisters and run, but I was scared to do that. If we were caught, that would bring CPS down on us. I wasn’t officially their guardian, and I wasn’t sure if they would allow me to be since I wasn’t twenty-one yet. I’d planned to keep things discreet and try to stay off the radar of schools or anyone else who might cause us problems until my birthday in a few months. A pinging sound distracted me, and I looked at the screen in time to see a new screen pop up. I hadn’t touched anything, so it was completely unexpected to see the program loading. A

The sun is shining. "Isn't she your girl?" Huh? Who? Me? My mind asked that because of confusion. “Yes. He is the one our schoolmates are talking about. They said they couldn't smell her blood so they didn't know if she is vampire blood or not," "Really?!" “Yes. And even if you smell the air, you won't smell anything from her except her perfume," "That's weird," "Bro, I didn't smell anything on her except her perfume," "Me too, I didn't smell her blood,"

I wonder if they would spit at my boots if not for the ring of royal guard at my back. At a crossroads, a small group of children stands beside a makeshift shrine, the kind built by survivors who cannot afford stone. Candles gutter in the wind, their wax pooling into a single, yellowed mass. The oldest girl holds a sign: Daughter of the Sun, Bring Us Peace. She wears her hair in a single, severe braid. Her eyes track me as I pass. I look back at her, just for a heartbeat, and see that her fingers are stained with ink, the sign freshly made.