Camp Redwood Novels & Stories

''He said, Behind me is a few large trees. Cut them down and make your camp. "Eros said, 'Eros gave the team tools such as nails and other things to build a tent. The trees were tall and thick. It was going to take a long time to cut down. Everyone gathered together and discussed a plan of how to get the trees down. The men planned to take the three most giant trees to make a camp, but some men couldn't agree. They keep arguing with one other.

It’s not just about winning, but being able to participate and having fun all together. I took my seat amongst other guides at a table for the Blackwood family, and Camille sat at the other side with her mates, while oily was just playing around. “Good day, students of Mooncrest middle school.” A lady on stage spoke into the mic. “Today we’ll be having our first campfire of the session.” She continues. “We will all be learning from people of experience. Now please put your hands together as we welcome from the royal family... Alpha Damon Blackwood and Luna Elena Blackwood.”

He forces me to keep moving, even though all I want to do right now is drop to the ground and get some rest. Escaping with Ryder gives me my first chance to actually look around this campsite. It's small, with only about two dozen makeshift tents, and a stockpile of guns and ammo in the center. We're only about a hundred yards from the dock, where Reese is waiting with our boat.

From atop a hill, I gaze upon a sparkling lake, canoes neatly stacked on a wooden rack, and inner-tubes tied to a weathered dock. This picturesque setting is none other than Camp Rees, a summer camp nestled in the Poconos Mountains, owned by Ashton's aunt. However, despite the serene beauty surrounding me, I remain fully focused on my duty. With three hundred raffle guests ranging from eighteen to forty-five years old, I cannot afford to let my guard down.

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

JOHN The forest was dark as ink as I came through the portal. I'd opened it right on the edge of the camp I'd spent many summers at when I was younger. Camp Meadow Creek was a compound of over one hundred acres in the Cumberland mountains outside of Louisville. In front of me were the main entrance, the Community Hall, and the fifteen smaller cabins the earth witch trainees stayed in when they were here.

As the evening sun begins to set, its soft golden light filters through the canopies of rustling leaves, casting dappled patterns on the meticulously manicured grounds, where the invigorating scent of pine and earth fills the air. The main structure of the camp, known as The Elysium, is a sprawling, multi-level building crafted from a sleek composite material that mimics the aesthetics of natural stone while boasting the durability of advanced polymers. Its exterior is adorned with bioluminescent vines that glow softly at night, guiding the way to the entrance. Large, panoramic windows offer breathtaking views of the surrounding wilderness, allowing natural light to flood the interior and cr

Most of that credit goes to these two men with me. Though I may grumble, with Jack as a Second triumvir, Candlewood and the surrounding mountains, valleys and even nearby human communities that are part of our territory are the safest overall in the country. Crime in Candlewood itself is nearly non-existent, and under Jack’s guidance and with trackers he trained, search and rescue has never failed to bring home lost campers and hikers that frequent the surrounding forests. And of course, since he oversees that program as well, our community is one of the physically healthiest and cleanest in the western US.

She doesn’t bolt. She listens. And I do, too. The camp is carved into a crater in the forest floor—burned trees ring its edge like blackened ribs. There are no tents or structures—just hollowed dens, bark-walled nests, and firepits ringed in teeth. It doesn’t smell like decay. It smells like bone and smoke and survival. I walk ahead of Kael for the first time in miles. Not because I want distance. Because I need space to breathe.

But boredom has finally won out over whatever deeply-rooted awkwardness I have about him, and now’s the time. The camp itself is actually in a brilliant location—deep near the edge of the Winterfall border, close to Canada. Canadian packs have remained neutral, so if things go south, we can make a quick escape. And aside from the brutal cold, the camp is surprisingly well-equipped. There’s a lake nearby, perfect for hunting, fishing, and bathing. Caroline keeps calling this a vacation, which only proves that she is unwell.