Goblin Valley Campground Novels & Stories

From atop a hill, I gaze upon a sparkling lake, canoes neatly stacked on a wooden rack, and inner-tubes tied to a weathered dock. This picturesque setting is none other than Camp Rees, a summer camp nestled in the Poconos Mountains, owned by Ashton's aunt. However, despite the serene beauty surrounding me, I remain fully focused on my duty. With three hundred raffle guests ranging from eighteen to forty-five years old, I cannot afford to let my guard down.

The goblin child saved him from another round of nagging from his senior brother as well. “My brother and I live in the goblin tribe north of the Three Snake River, two days’ carriage ride away along this mountain range going east,” the goblin child said, his voice shaking from all the strange stares that he’s receiving. But he held on. “Majority of these children were already in the carriage when we were captured, so they must also be from the villages further east of the Three Snake River.”

But boredom has finally won out over whatever deeply-rooted awkwardness I have about him, and now’s the time. The camp itself is actually in a brilliant location—deep near the edge of the Winterfall border, close to Canada. Canadian packs have remained neutral, so if things go south, we can make a quick escape. And aside from the brutal cold, the camp is surprisingly well-equipped. There’s a lake nearby, perfect for hunting, fishing, and bathing. Caroline keeps calling this a vacation, which only proves that she is unwell.

It was indeed worth the effort he took of collecting their dinner from the nearest Red Rock Grille and negotiating with the staff here for an overnight stay. Eva gasped with amazement at seeing the scenic Verde River with its three lagoons gushing alongside the campsite. Were they camping here? Would she sleep in a camp with him? A million questions flashed across her head, but Alexander drove further ahead, away from the campground to the log cabin circle tucked behind trees. It was a perfect haven, far from all the chaos.

ZAIA. The Moonlight Waterfall Pack. This pack used to be the home of Valerie’s mother before she met her father. Growing up, although Valerie and I were from different packs, attending the same college brought us together. Valerie had wanted to get away from everything after her mother’s death, wanting to just be in a new place so she could heal. The Moonlight Waterfall Pack is small, and it usually avoids making enemies. It took me over three hours to drive from my pack to get here.

Just a chatty old man. “Why is the hotel so full?” I ask, glancing in Maeve’s direction as the music grows rowdier, louder. “You mentioned a festival?” “Aye, a few towns over, down in one of the valleys. Heatherland Falls, I believe, is where it was held. Juniper Grove is one of the last settlements with a hotel before you have to drop down in the valleys again to reach the Roguelands and the border. The storm, I’m telling’ you, it’s worse out there than I’ve ever seen it. Everyone passing through has no choice but to bunker down for the night, including this hellish band.”

It was really a very nice camping spot. "The park ranger who checked me in said the big cabin behind us isn't booked this weekend so we really have our privacy." "Awesome." I grinned. That could be perfect if my romantic intentions worked out. I'd brought a new baby doll nightie, rose colored, and we could leave the windows open without worrying about people nearby hearing us. It was still pretty hot in August, even up in the mountains, and I aimed to make things even hotter in our cabin.

JOHN The forest was dark as ink as I came through the portal. I'd opened it right on the edge of the camp I'd spent many summers at when I was younger. Camp Meadow Creek was a compound of over one hundred acres in the Cumberland mountains outside of Louisville. In front of me were the main entrance, the Community Hall, and the fifteen smaller cabins the earth witch trainees stayed in when they were here.

June 8, 2003 – 16:45 They chuckled as they got deeper into the forest. The scent trail led them to a clearing and a hunter’s cabin at the back of it. They saw eight goblins playing cards outside of the cabin. Coralis, Veronica and Eva stood behind the tree line and watched the goblins for a minute. “If the vampires involved don’t have a sunlight jewellery, they won’t stick their nose outside. We each kill two goblins, tie up the other two, and then we go into the cabin,” said Veronica.

We shift into wolf form, with one of the guards, the fastest runner, still in human form carrying our clothes. The entrance to the valley is a good forty minutes away. Fortunately, the darkness of the night gives us plenty of cover for our approach. We may be cutting it close, but with any luck, we’ll also cut the rogues off. Jordan sends three of the guards into the valley to protect the caravan while we case the hideout, an abandoned and rundown farmhouse. “How many inside?” Jordan asks through the mind link. “I smell multiple targets,” Kent responds. “Me, too,” I answer. “Your reports say that they have at least thirty main pack members staying together, with the rest scattered around. Th