Camp Redwood Novels & Stories

"Thank you for the hospitality." Storm's body immediately relaxes. "Leaving so soon, Your Grace? That's a shame. Hopefully I've answered all of your questions." I stand, along with Camden and Constance. "Since we'll need to talk to the other packs in the area to figure out the Southern pack's reason for coming into my territory, we'll be using Redwood as our base camp for the time being." "B-Base camp?" Storm sputters. "Do you have a problem with that?"

It was indeed worth the effort he took of collecting their dinner from the nearest Red Rock Grille and negotiating with the staff here for an overnight stay. Eva gasped with amazement at seeing the scenic Verde River with its three lagoons gushing alongside the campsite. Were they camping here? Would she sleep in a camp with him? A million questions flashed across her head, but Alexander drove further ahead, away from the campground to the log cabin circle tucked behind trees. It was a perfect haven, far from all the chaos.

her red curls bop from the speed at which she turned her head to ask her friend. Nueva couldn’t put the finger on what it was, but as soon as they drove into this area, a faint tingle stirred deep in her gut. Instead, she shook her head to answer Mira’s question. A big wooden sign saying Welcome to Woodend Campsite was up ahead to their left. Unfortunately, the paint on the sign was faded and chipped and was long past its peak. They drove through an open metal gate and continued down a gravel road with random lumps of grass sprouting in the middle, eventually leading to a small car park.

“Beth...it’s a-about the s-summer c-camp….” Oh, we do have that coming soon. A camp organized by the school for all students, regardless of classes and all. But...my brows knit tightly as I stare at her, “What does that have to do with anything?” Angie flips my hold on her to hold me instead and her worry-brimming eyes now stare up into mine as she tells in a low voice, “I have a lot to do with it...Akemi just called to inform me about the chosen location the school council decided on. And it’s… Ruma Woods”.

It looked completely abandoned, but as we approached, a faint blue shimmer rippled across the front porch—a cloaking ward. "This is my family's old hunting lodge," Adrian said, stepping out of the car into the crisp morning air. "The Council doesn't know it exists. It’s completely off the magical grid." Adrian walked to the back door of the sedan and gently lifted Emily out of the seat. She was still incredibly weak, her face pale, but her fever had finally broken. Lisa hurried ahead to open the cabin door, her purple magic briefly flaring to disarm the defensive wards on the threshold.

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

Amy As the sun filtered through the towering trees, the campsite came to life with a sense of quiet anticipation. A gentle mist rose from the nearby lake, creating an ethereal veil that softened the edges of the camp. The aroma of roasted pork through the crisp morning air, mingled with the earthy scent of the forest. Tents, like sentinels of adventure, stood in neat rows, their nylon sides shimmering with dewdrops. Birds, perched on branches above, sang a harmonious chorus, welcoming the new day with cheerful melodies.

How did Logan get us in on short notice? He probably told them he’s the medic alpha of a nearby pack, and seeing that he’s on TV I’m sure they didn’t need further convincing. The couple's campsite, nestled deep within a forest, exudes a sense of tranquil seclusion. Towering trees with thick, gnarled trunks form a protective canopy overhead, their leaves whispering secrets as the wind weaves through the branches. The air is crisp, carrying the earthy scent of pine needles and damp moss, grounding anyone who steps into this natural haven.

The rogue camp was wrapped in a fragile calm as morning light came through the trees of the forest. Activities were already in full swing, and smoke was rising lazily from the cooking pit at the heart of the camp, carrying the scent of roasted meat and damp wood. It was peaceful enough that, for a little moment, Elena could almost believe they were safe.

Like whoa and damn, do I like it! We were headed for a secluded campground that Kingsley had researched. Deep in the Santa Cruz mountains, we could only reach it through a rarely traveled forest service road that wasn’t maintained regularly and would likely require four-wheel drive, which Randell’s truck did so we were good to go. When we arrived, I grinned at the beauty of the place, liking the crystal blue view of the lake and the forest canopy.