Loud House Camp 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.

He nuzzles and kisses my mark. Hugo and the warriors and soldiers help the children into the wagons and follow behind us. We set up camp each night as it’s a long way back to Moon Crest Castle. Hugo tells the children stories around the campfire. He easily entertains the children. The little orcs admire his great strength and mimic his movements as they follow behind him.

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

"Hey! Are you all sleeping?" Mr Alberty, the Art teacher from Merganzel public school and the one among the two teachers in charge of our camp asks through the microphone, making everyone stir in their seats. "C'mon, wake up all of you. We'll be at Hondbill National Park in five minutes. Hey there! Wake the one sleeping beside you." There was nobody beside me. Adonis was still in the back with the dudes. "Guys, before we reach there, I'd like to give you a few quick instructions although I'm sure you've been instructed enough from your schools," Mr Alberty clears his throat when everyone finally stirs awake.

(Freya's POV) Today was a weekend and we had made an appointment with Henry to go camping. Henry had prepared everything beforehand and we were picked up in the morning. Hazel and Violet looked very happy and enthusiastic as they got into the car for the trip to the campsite. We were going to stay overnight at the camping site and Henry had brought a tent for us. After two hours of traveling, we finally arrived at the camping spot. It was in the forest and there were tons of people camping there too. Mostly families and couples.

He never would have thought that camping was what this place was for. Now, he had an idea of what he could make in this place. Hideous surveyed the scene, nodding in approval. "This is perfect," he remarked, glancing at Kyle gratefully in secrecy. Kyle smiled. "Glad you like it, Dad. I wanted to make sure it's comfortable for everyone." As they unloaded their belongings, Hideous and Kyle led the families to the cabin. Inside, there were spacious rooms with cozy beds, a well-equipped kitchen, and a warm fireplace.

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.

Emma Spencer. Once I hang up the phone, I stare at the display before me. I can see how entire families sit around Dad’s improvised campfire. The safe house is a cabin, immersed in the forest. It is a remote place, which has strategic surveillance points. Being wide and far away, it can accommodate many people. The neighbors have showed great organizational skills. Once they got here, they quickly organized themselves and set up tents so they could camp. They say that being a Lycan, sleeping outdoors, is no big deal.

Sky looked at Louis with sparkling eyes, "I feel like going back to my childhood. Thank you, Louis. You've cured my longing for my old room. I'm sure Summer will be happy too. Isn't that right, Honey?" Instead of answering, Summer took a few steps forward. Her tiny mouth opened wordlessly. Her round eyes blinked, observing the contents of the room. All the furniture was made of wood with a touch of green. The ceiling was painted blue like a clear sky with a few clouds. The ivory walls were decorated with tree stickers in several parts. In one corner, there was a cone tent that Summer wanted. She would definitely love to play there. She could invite Toby and the Otter family to camp in it.

"Camping? Where? In the living room?" "No," he declared, with the kind of dramatic pause only eight-year-olds and soap opera stars can pull off. "In the backyard." I raised an eyebrow. "Honey, it's Wednesday." "Exactly! Nobody camps on a Wednesday. It's genius. We'll be pioneers. Trailblazers. Rebels of the great outdoors." Claire, sitting on the couch with a bag of popcorn and the confidence of someone without children, smirked. "You should do it, Lis. Live a little."