Camp Vamp Novels & Stories

We arrived at the camp at noon and there were many people unlike how it should be during fall season but of course they were mostly youths and teens as Katherine has told me that the camp director made sure that the age grade was between 18 to 32 years old. "Welcome to camp, a place full of supernatural folks; Mean people who won't think twice before freaking you out. Don't worry I'm only kidding," Kelvin smirked immediately he saw my uncertain stare as he turned around then pushed the cabin door open. It was only a room but it was already in order since they had cleaned it up before my arrival. It lacked colour and there was nothing fancy except for two beds towards the right end, three woo

The rogue camp sprawls across a clearing like a scar on the forest floor. Crude shelters built from stolen lumber and salvaged stone house maybe fifty outcasts, a mix of wolves and vampires who've been cast out from their kingdoms. Fires burn in metal drums, casting flickering shadows across faces marked by violence and loss. This is where the unwanted come to survive. Marcus leads Stark through the camp, and every eye turns to watch. The female wolf from the fight limps behind them, still bleeding from her ribs.

Usually, she'd have been cursing at them but today she was grateful that they weren't paying enough attention to notice her. The daylight stung her eyes but she was in too much of a haze to care. She only stopped moving when she reached the cemetery. It wasn't a planned destination, she had no specific place in mind when she had fled the house, somehow she'd just found her way there. All she wanted to do was get as far away as possible before she lost control and did something that she would regret. It was a completely foreign feeling, craving blood but she knew something was up the second she inhaled Mason's scent and found herself thinking about his blood. Vampires didn't crave the blood o

Maybe thinking about the right words to say. “ No, he didn’t got a bite though. He’s real vampire which mean he doesn’t a bite from vampire. He turn into the vampire itself when he turn into 18 years old. Real vampire and bite vampire is different. Real vampire has it special abilities, ” Harley explain everything carefully. Hope it doesn’t drive Adryan crazy. “ So you’re saying that I will turn into vampire once I turn 18 years old and I will have special abilities? Like what? I can fly? Breath forever underwater? Or sleep underground for the entire life?, ” Adryan clearly seem did not believe it.

Roxie scowled, “They have the high ground. They must have seen something.” Jenny smiled, “She’s right, ya know. Maybe the,-” “We’re tracking ourselves,” Metgar snarled, “I just wanted to see for myself what all the fuss was about in the camp. You?” Roxie raised her eyebrows, “Me?” “Two vampires in my camp? Like I need this bullshit.” Jenny shook her head, “We brought them here. The next few weeks are vital.” “Vital?” Roxie frowned, “For who?”

The sound reverberates across campus—primal, powerful, and unmistakably draconic. All three roommates freeze. Even in their claiming-induced haze, Sebastian and Lyric recognize the raw dominance in that sound. It's an Alpha vocalization, but not from any werewolf. This is something older, more primal—a sound that speaks to the ancient parts of their brains and demands submission. A second roar follows, then a third, each with a slightly different pitch but equal intensity. The room vibrates with the force of it, and several of Riley's smaller plants shudder on their shelves.

Cameron stepped around his father, making light of the situation, trying to take the tension out of the conversation, knowing that the Van Helsings would take what they wanted, one way or another. “Hmph,” Sparrow grunted through his nose in amusement. “I’m sure a f-king cookie can be arranged.” “Dad,” Cameron said soothingly. “Let’s give them the blood. What’s the harm?” “Chocolate chip,” Jules told Sparrow. “And a cup of juice.” “F-king werewolves,” Sparrow rolled his eyes but he gestured with his hand and one of the soldiers peeled off from the group heading to the doors of the gym. “We’ll do it by the door.”

The moonlight shone brightly upon the lake, the stars glistening in the distance as the light danced across my skin. I sat there silently, watching the ripples from the fish in the lake. It wasn’t long until I heard a rustle in the trees behind me, it was my brothers. I was sixteen, my Father, the Alpha of our pack was meeting with other Alphas about a problem with one of the neighbors, a clan of vampires. Our eldest brother, Jackson, was there because, after this year, our dad is planning to retire as Alpha. My brothers sat around me, told me about what they had heard which was to go straight to the leader of the vampires.

Gabriella ordered and we all nodded. Xy and I immediately ran to the west side of the city. The camp is usually at the center where it’s surrounded by the buildings for convenience. I plan to make a distraction to make the troops come out and then take them out one by one as Gabriella, Ace, and Josaiah make their way inside. As I sighted a cauldron lit up on a pole, I immediately entered an abandoned building at least 300-400 meters away from it. That was the north gate of camp. I headed to the rooftop and knelt dwon as I took out my bow. Xy laid down and took out a tablet.

"Specific dates are fixed for the camp with different activities to be carried out on each of the nights. We have Sunday, Tuesday and Friday for the camp" "Oh! So you already camped on Sunday?". Jared asked. "Yeah, we did. We hunted for cameruls on our first night of camping. That's the activity planned for that camp night". "What is a camerul?". Jared's face squeezed amidst asking. He wasn't sure he pronounced camerul right.