Cascade Ambush Camps Novels & Stories

Scene: Raven’s Peak – The Call The alert came in through a scrambled frequency—an old distress beacon used in wartime only. Ember was asleep beside Asher when the console lit red in their room. They were on their feet before the second ping. Asher clicked in. “Report.” A garbled voice: “Fernmere—under attack. North barracks hit. Fires spreading—repeat, hostile presence confirmed. Civilian casualties—unknown. Cael’s den—dark.” Ember’s breath caught. “He stayed behind.”

With Libby a knock is just a warning. "Everyone's here," she said. We followed her downstairs where everyone was gathered. "Okay Shawn, I wanna hear this plan you and Micheal were able to agree on." I motioned my hand for them to start. "We heard from the new recruits that came from Spain that they were rounding specials and sticking them in camps, back in the states.We checked into it and it's true. We want to attack the bases that are guarding these camps. We want to get those specials out." I nodded for him to continue, only he didn't.

When we reached the edge of our camp, I widened my eyes in shock. Numerous other camps spread out, each with its distinct flag - purple, orange, yellow, dark blue, green, and light blue. My heart leaped when I spotted the immense, light blue banner. Unlike Wrath's camp, every other camp had tents, and fires dotted the area. Though demons moved about, they were too distant for me to distinguish their appearances. All camps maintained a significant distance from one another, each establishing its own boundaries.

“Do it.” No debate. No hesitation. That is the advantage of speaking with those who understand the cost of war. Jakob pushes himself away from the wall. “How many?” “Two wings of riders.” “And us.” Vael’s expression darkens with anticipation. “Ambush?” “No,” I reply. “Infiltration first.” Their attention sharpens immediately. I trace a line across the map. “The canyon camp is their command post. Supplies and communication routes pass through it.” Jakob nods. “Cut the head off the snake.”

Andrius returned the salute and said with a smile, “Go back and wait for my signal!” Then, he drove the military truck along the winding road and headed toward the destination— Camelback Mountain. Although Camelback Mountain was called a mountain, it was actually more like a combination of two mountains. The two relatively high hills were connected by a sunken area, so they were named after the two humps of a camel. This location... If Marcus was held in the valley and ambushes were set up on the two hills, even if a special forces team came, it would not be easy to break through their defenses quickly.

She took one look at the carnage and paled. “What the hell happened here?” “Ambush,” Asher said. “Coordinated. There were more than a dozen rogues. Feral and organized.” “Organized?” Leena repeated, voice tight. “Rogues don’t organize.” “Well,” I muttered from the ground, “either they read a strategy book recently or someone’s pulling strings. Because this wasn’t random. They were waiting.” Basil pressed a cloth to my side, and I bit down on a scream.

Two groups will be waiting in the middle ground of the mountain as a scout and an ambush and the last group would be headed by him to circle around the ambush target place to stay in an advantageous position with bows and arrows at the ready. Asha also calmed down and helped the group by erasing all of their energy and scent traces around the mountain. She took Samel’s hand and ushered him to follow a few meters behind the ambush group. Samel did not say anything, nor persuaded Asha to hide. He knows best that it is better for his mate to experience the thrill of the battlefield than to be a protected flower in the valley.

He wanted to argue, I could see it in his eyes, but he knew I wasn't staying behind no matter what he said. We traveled to the neutral meeting spot, an abandoned mill at our territory border. It was a perfect place for an ambush. Trees everywhere providing cover, high ground on three sides, multiple escape routes. Everything about it screamed danger. I rode beside Damon, my headache pulsing behind my eyes. More memories were trying to surface and I kept touching my temple, trying to ease the pressure. "More memories?" Damon asked. "Trying to surface. I can feel them pushing at the edges but I can't quite see them yet."

Nova. Small enough to be stealthy. Large enough to handle threats. We headed out at dusk. Using twilight as cover. Found them two miles from campus. At least twenty rogues. Camp established. Organized. Military-style. "They're not planning a random attack," Liam observed. "This is strategic. Long-term positioning." "For what purpose?" I asked. "Siege? Infiltration? Intelligence gathering? Could be anything." We circled the camp. Staying hidden. Observing. Analyzing.

"How do you know of this?" Azreon hesitated, his brows furrowing. "During my time with the rogue's wizards, I got to hear whispers of plans. The camp we attacked, although their head base, was just one of many." He paused, the frown on his face deepening as the memories surfaced. "They have a lot of their camps spread to the east side of our border with a few more on the north side." Alexander clutched his fist, muttering a cuss under his breath. "So they are more of them," he whispered, more to himself than Azreon. "We will get them." He looked up at Azreon. "We will get all of them."