Goblin Valley Campground Novels & Stories

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.

Viktor's army. “Holy hell,” I murmur. Caden lifts a pair of binoculars, scanning the camp. “Twelve hundred. Maybe more. Looks like they’ve been busy.” I take the binoculars from him and look for myself. The camp spreads across the valley floor, divided into sections—training areas, supply depots, and a large central tent that’s bigger than the rest, with banners flying—a black wolf on a red background. “Viktor’s tent?” “Probably.”

I snuggled into his warmth as we slowly drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next morning with Gabe’s arms still wrapped around me. I turned to look him in the eyes and smiled at him. “Thanks for staying with me.” I told him “I couldn't think of anywhere I would rather spend a night.” he told me, looking like a true god with the sun shining on him through the window. “I want to show you something.” Gabe took my hand and led me out the back door and my eyes lit up. This was definitely the best part of the cabin. There was a large hammock hanging from two trees and a beautiful large lake. The entire place was completely secluded and private, like our own little paradise.

She couldn’t believe now that she’d wanted to be Clarence’s mate and doom herself to this place in the middle of nowhere. Valorie couldn’t help but stop at the top of the hill and watch the people and wolves swarming carefully around the cabin. She’d left several traps about the property just for fun to see how many she could catch. The wolves were so basic; it wasn’t really a challenge to catch them up. But she didn’t know why she was surprised at this.

Their new campsite looked much like the one of the night before-lots of woods, no toilets, and filled with men who somehow seemed more vibrant than ever. Watching them from her perch as they set up camp-her feeble attempts to help more like a hindrance-she wondered what made them seem larger than life as they stalked about, filled to the brim with a simmering energy. It was over a dinner of roasted hot dogs and salad that Gavin casually dropped the bomb. "The full moon's tonight, so we're going to take turns going for a run, if that's okay?"

“She was a genius with numbers, yes. But she was also a woman who knew the world she lived in. She knew that a female wolf with power is often a target—even for her own mate.” I flipped through the papers, my hands trembling. It wasn't just an investment fund. “It’s a deed,” I whispered, reading the legal description. “Chaos Valley.” I looked at the topographical map attached to the deed. It wasn't just a patch of woods. It was a massive, natural fortress. Two jagged, snow-capped mountains—the Twin Sentinels—towered over a deep, lush valley hidden between them. The only entrance was a narrow pass that could be defended by a handful of warriors.

He turned into a small clearing and Elena bcould see a semi-permanent campsite in the beam of her headlights. Gab parked his truck along the trees at the edge of the clearing and Elena bparked hers a few yards in front of his. They got out and stretched, stamping their feet and relieving the cramps from the long drive. Gab and Marcy opened the door on the trailer and led the horses out and tied them down. There was a small hand-pump for a well close to the center of the clearing and Marcy filled a couple of five-gallon buckets with water and set them on the ground where the horses could drink from them.