Goblin Valley Campground Novels & Stories

When you can leap ten feet from flatfooted, dunking isn’t really a thrill. Before I was born, this camp used to be a nature retreat for school children, church groups, and the like. In the 80s, there were budget cuts, and the county was forced to sell the lodge, a dozen cabins, and fifty acres, including the river, ponds, a tract of virgin forest, and a cross section of Quarry Pack’s claimed territory.

The canyon was filled with large hoodoos and tent rocks that formed natural paths and winding roads through the canyon. The report had said that the Goblins had been coming out of the canyon to attack the nearby villages, taking stolen goods from farm animals, weapons, food and even human girls as their loot. No one had seen exactly where the goblins had retreated too, but both Gwen and Owen had already fought them, having followed them back as far as this point. "So this is where you last saw the Goblins?" Xolvion said as he took one last look at the map, seeing that they had arrived at the large X.

Then fell back into his unending abyss of silence. And while the fires licked out of control at Honeycomb Haven, spreading from the upright wooden box-hives to Cassie Patrick’s house and the outbuildings, the Gospel Book Store downtown blazed away itself like a beacon in the night—having been similarly torched—its hundreds of Bibles burning and melting, turning to holy ash inside the structure, before Glee Deadmond even had the chance to purchase a new one to replace her old.

I yanked her away from Bren and we both headed out of the building, walking toward the parking lot. I could feel the warmth of her hand through my own skin and Val looked like she didn't mind at all as she walked with me by my side. "So it's your birthday today." "Yeah," I said, tightening my hold on her a little. "And speaking of, would you like to join us later? We're gonna go camping near the woods to celebrate my seventeenth birthday. There are barbecues, campfires, and s'mores." Val narrowed her eyes. "The woods? Is that dangerous?"

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.

To completely heal the wounds from the incident Julian orchestrated at the kindergarten, they needed to wait for a suitable moment. The family had chosen the currently popular Frog Tree Tribe Camping Village. Their room was a uniquely frog-shaped. The structure was made of wood, and the surrounding fence was all glass. If you stood at the room's entrance and look down, you could see the earth in a golden color. The sun shone with a dazzling shade of yellow. Just a glance at the scenery could significantly lift one's mood. Stepping out of the frog-shaped cabin, they found a row of white pointed tents on the open ground. There were large pots and barbecue stoves, prepared for grilling and othe

Unable to say goodbye to Chloe, I clenched my fist and promised myself to come back safe and sound so she won't worry. Even with our full speed, traveling in a large group is quite a challenge. Especially when we wanted to go unnoticed until the set time to attack had arrived. We traveled for three days and two nights finally arriving at a lush green valley were rain constantly poured. It was indeed as the name suggested, the Rain Valley. Hiding behind the verdant forest while our eyes were set at the cloudy distance where the target's pack house was located, Caleb and Idris signaled everyone to go to their positions and lie in wait.

I think I knew back then, that he would be one of our Betas. The river isn’t far, it runs along the entire western border of our pack lands, but there is a long meandering loop which comes a good mile inwards and curves towards the pack house. Gabe’s spot is near the closest bend, hidden in a wooded copse of giant firs. I totally understand why he retreats here. As soon as you get about ten feet in, it’s like another world. The ground changes from grass and dirt to a deep layer of decomposing leaf litter which has grown a covering of thick, damp moss and more fungi and wildflowers than I can name.

There were few things inside, and the color scheme was bland and a little dark – just like his boring character and astute personality. He took out his map again and pointed to the Val Village. It was surrounded with camps of orcs. We might have to camp outside at this place. Just like the last place we went, it was also located at the foot of the mountain where dense energy accumulated, just like devils like them.

The northeastern edge of it was only nine miles or so outside of Lancaster. A little over a mile before the border, there was an abandoned campground. I’d seen it a few times when coming and going from the Kimball territory. Since it was closed, park rangers never went there, and that close to pack land the county sheriffs wouldn’t bother with it either.