Camp Redwood Novels & Stories

ALORA "Welcome To Woodland Nature Camp" I read the words on the huge sign post internally as we drove past it. After two whole hours of sitting on a bus, we've finally arrived. Looks like Noah was right. We were coming for a Nature trip. The bus drove up the hill after we passed the security guarding the huge gates. I placed my face outside the window, letting the wind glaze over my face as we passed enormous landscapes, beautiful valleys, water and trees. I could get used to this.

I can still talk to Layla and Sarah, and see pictures of Stella, even when I’m all the way out here. The gate creaks open, and Greyson continues driving. We’re on a narrow paved road, but I can’t see any buildings or anything. All we do is drive through a massive forest made up of trees taller than anything I’ve ever seen in my life. ¶“These are the redwoods,” Greyson explains. “Some of the largest trees on earth.” “They’re amazing,” I breathe. I’m still missing the sunny beaches of San Diego, but if I have to be somewhere else, this is pretty gorgeous. “But where’s the cabin?”

The car stopped, and the wild landscape appeared before Anna's eyes. She burst into an exclamation, although it wasn't really beautiful, it was very peaceful, not the elegant and sophisticated beauty she usually saw, in front of her was a large green lawn, and a beautiful area. huge forest. These beautiful scenes were wild and peaceful, the likes of which she had never seen before. Anna was extremely interested, her excitement and desire to explore were boiling, she felt that inside the forest there was something hidden, there was an invisible arm beckoning Anna making her anxious. Go inside to find out who is calling you after all. After the teachers finished counting the numbers, they bega

Added a little more to my cup just to make it appear like I was drinking more. She licked her lips greedily and took a long gulp. “Wow, this wine is good.” “Only the best for you, my love.” She blushed deeper, then pushed a strand of hair out of her face. “I do remember crossing a creek.” Dead Man’s Gully. So the camp was indeed beyond that. But I already knew that. “And the camp itself?” I pressed. “Was it big? Small?” “Big.” Deirdre waved her hand. “Huge, actually. Hundreds of rogues. They had tents everywhere. And guards. So many guards.”

When you can leap ten feet from flatfooted, dunking isn’t really a thrill. Before I was born, this camp used to be a nature retreat for school children, church groups, and the like. In the 80s, there were budget cuts, and the county was forced to sell the lodge, a dozen cabins, and fifty acres, including the river, ponds, a tract of virgin forest, and a cross section of Quarry Pack’s claimed territory.

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.

Park on the gravel shoulder meant for people having car trouble and take the short walk out to the rocky outcropping that makes a half-moon shape, offering an unusual cage of privacy. As a teen, my friends and I would come camping out here. It’s not a legal campground which is why the rocks are so helpful for concealment for building tents, tending fires… And other activities. Rex follows me, just as he did five years ago. A California boy, but not a desert boy. He was freaked out by the lack of streetlamps and the distant call of coyotes. I had to assure him they would never be interested in him since there was no meat on his bones.

"There were several small tents scattered over the campgrounds, some fires set up and washing lines. Nothing that seemed out of the ordinary but then I zoomed in on one seriously large tent that was set up in the centre of the camp and seemed like the main part of the area. There were wolves constantly walking in and out of there." "Still sounds like every Rogue site that I've seen before," Robbie grunts and I want to slap him upside his head for being an insensitive dick head right now. It's clear to see that Ryan is struggling with what he's telling us and he doesn't need to be rushed so quickly. Of course, as much as Robbie is being a dick right now, I know that he will apologize once he

“We won’t make it back before full dark. We’ll set up camp here.” Calla’s eyes widened. “We’re sleeping in the forest?” “Near the cliffside,” he said calmly. “We’ll be out of range. No scent trail to follow. I’ll make a fire.” She was still frozen. “Madden… do you know how to camp?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’ve had field training.” “Of course you have,” she muttered. “You probably know how to kill a bear with your shoelace and a protein bar.”

She was born into a family of werewolves. Growing up her life was pretty good, she had a kind loving family. She is the only daughter of Gavin Everwood, the Alpha of the Everwood Pack. The pack is the strongest in the territory. Many werewolves came from all over to pledge their loyalty to the Everwood Pack or to ask for their protection. This brought along many dangers to their doorstep. He was part of the Blackthorn Pack, whom many despised due to their known cruelty and connections to the Rogue Hunters. The pack is known to give into their basic instinct, and many enjoy the kill. Growing up his life was very difficult; his father was a very cruel and abusive man. He is next in line t