Cascade Ambush Camps Novels & Stories

"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."

With caution, Jack and the 400 of his men slowly hide by lying down flat on their stomach on the side of the road. Roc mountain valley where the ambush took place was near the bridge where the Roc river flows. Jack and his men were on the side of the bridge where the Alemia nation was, whilst the carriage that slowly moving towards them was on the side of Aeternum that was on the opposite side of them. The caravan slowly headed towards them, it was a simple horse-pulled caravan.

The resistance had set the trap for Varek and his forces, and now it was time to see if they could pull it off. The village, though small, had proven to be an ideal location for a stand. Surrounded by dense woods and steep hills, it provided plenty of opportunities for ambushes, traps, and hit-and-run tactics. Asha had already felt the adrenaline of battle coursing through her veins. This was her element—fighting not for survival, but for the future. For her people.

What matters now is that you understand what you're facing. The voices grew louder as we approached what looked like the entrance to a cave. But when we stepped through, I realized it wasn't a cave at all; it was a camp. Tents and lean-tos were scattered around a large underground cavern, with a fire pit in the center casting dancing shadows on the walls. A dozen people moved around the space, all of them armed with various weapons and wearing torn or faded clothes. "Welcome to Base Camp Seven," Amon said. "One of the safe zones."

Kaelen followed right behind me, his broadsword drawn and resting against his shoulder, his green eyes scanning the white haze below for the first sign of an ambush. "The logging camp is just past the secondary ridge," Kaelen whispered, his voice carrying clearly over the wind through our stabilized connection. "The old timber shacks are built against the rock face. It’s a natural choke point. If they have scouts on the high boulders, they’ll see us the moment we clear the pine line."

“And if the enemy tries to flank through the forest path?” “I posted Marcus and the ash squad there,” he said. “Booby-trapped the trail. If they want in that way, they’ll be crawling over corpses.” Good. I didn’t need perfection. I needed blood and fury. I turned back to the map, eyes drawn to the blinking red light inching toward us like a slow heartbeat. The battlefield was drawing itself in real time, and the shape it formed was unmistakable: a siege. “He’s not playing games anymore,” Elijah muttered.

He pulled a map out from under my blotter and spread it across the desk, and the playful look in his eyes vanished instantly. "Everything is set for the operation," Cade said, and he pointed to a cluster of red marks near the western ridge. "I’ve mapped out the ambush points, and the men are already moving into position near the old creek bed. We have the high ground this time, and if the wind stays in our favor, they won't even smell us until we’re on top of them."

The room was quiet. "The instinct is to respond immediately," I said. "And Cade knows that. He chose the timing, four in the morning, the hour when decision-making is most likely to be reactive rather than deliberate. The ambush is a provocation designed to produce an immediate counter-strike, which would expose our full response capability and confirm what the reconnaissance was trying to establish." I looked at Ethan. "They want to see how we react. They want to know whether we're operational at full capacity or stretched." "And if we don't react," one of the senior warriors said.

"I will talk! Just take your hands off me, you crazy bitch!" "Names and locations," Valerie demanded, not loosening her grip even a tiny fraction of an inch. "Give me something real, or the pain gets a lot worse than this." "The camp is in the neutral woods!" he yelled out desperately, his head falling back as he gasped for air. "It is hidden right outside the capital border, near the old abandoned logging mill!" "Give me the Let's coordinates," I snapped, pulling a small notebook out of my pocket. "Forty-five degrees north, twelve degrees west!" the rogue screamed, tears of pain finally mixing with the blood on his cheeks. "That is where the main weapons stash is kept, and that is where the

I nodded, waiting for her to continue. “We have attacked two rogue camps so far, and we have defeated those two,” Eva smiled. “It was quite easy for the second. First, we barely caught them as they prepared to move camp. But we can now confirm that they are all under the same flag. All rogue camps are like small scout groups meant to inflict damage.” I frowned slightly. I already had an idea of that, though apart from what was public pack knowledge, I had little idea about anything else. “That’s good news. But who’s the leader?” I asked. “Any news on that?”