Loud House Camp Novels & Stories

he said, taking Trixie’s hand. “So you’ll help wake her,” I asked. “I already have, she should be up in the next hour. She’ll be famished when she wakes, real food. Maybe a steak and lots of vegetables. Oh and I’d love a beer if you have one,” he said, sitting back in a chair. I snickered. “This is a camp for children. For pups,” Dawson said, irritated. “Yes, who throw parties. There are several going on right now. I saw the fires overhead,” he said, picking up the remote for the tv and turning it on.

The journey has been long, but the silence feels heavier now—as if we’re crossing into something sacred. The second carriage bumps along behind us, carrying Selene and the twins. I can hear soft chatter and the occasional giggle from Carol—it’s the most sound she’s made since the verdict. Lily is quieter, but not stiff. Selene holds them both like she’s afraid they’ll vanish. The camp emerges slowly through the trees. Simple stone buildings, open training circles, long wooden benches under thick-boughed oaks. It’s not fancy, but it’s safe. Strong. The kind of place where a soul can learn to breathe again.

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."

"Come with us, Uncle. Auntie won't be alone. Mommy will accompany her. The guards are also camping not far behind. Auntie and Mommy will be safe. Besides, we won't be long. At eight o'clock, we have to leave for museum." Jeremy furrowed his brows for a moment. "We go with the campervan?" "No. Daddy has prepared a sophisticated car. What is it called, Louis?" "High clearance vehicle," Louis said proudly. "In a moment, one of the guards will bring the car here." After a moment of silence, Jeremy finally nodded. "Okay, but I have to prepare first." "I'll prepare breakfast." Ava raised her finger. "No need, Auntie. Mommy made lots of sandwiches. Uncle and Auntie can eat that."

Across from them, Luca held a compress against his shoulder, blood seeping through gauze, gaze fixed on the dark ridges below. No one spoke until the chopper banked toward a narrow valley. “Safehouse?” Adrian asked. “An old diplomatic relay station,” Luca said, voice rough. “Abandoned, still secure. We’ll have six hours before anyone traces the flight.” Evelyn’s eyes closed briefly, six hours to plan a lifetime. When she opened them again, the sky had broken into pink above the glaciers. The safehouse was carved halfway into the mountainside: glass and stone blending into snow, the world reflected in every panel. A single fireplace burned inside, spilling gold light across concrete floors.

" Grove city? Your house? I thought you all lived at the camp " She frowned, still rubbing her forehead He let out a smile as he pressed his hand on it, ignoring her protest, he couldn't let her end up with a bump on her forehead. " No one lives in a camp, pampered heiress, that's why it's called a camp, most of us have our own houses" " Oh I thought.. nevermind, Meek and Eight are in Havilah city, how could you leave the camp just like that?" " That's why we have elders"

'You're invited to the Crescent Hill Campfire Gathering. Tomorrow Night — 8 PM Behind the Crescent Commons Dormitory Food, Music, Moonlight, and a Magical night Await.' Lily's eyes lit up. “A campfire? I've never been to one before. Not a real one, anyway. I mean, I’ve seen them in movies but... this sounds kind of amazing.” Maya grinned, immediately infected by Lily’s enthusiasm. “It is amazing. You’ve got to come. It’s honestly one of the best experiences on campus. There’s music, dancing, food, and the vibes are always incredible under the stars.”

Like many of the houses here, Uncle Victor built his house in the midst of the woods so tall trees guarded the surroundings. It was quite a change from where I grew up in cramped apartments in the busy city. I soon approached the house, I found Hazel out on the porch with her bestfriend, Virginia. They had lemonade in front of them and glittery sticker books and seemed to be in a deep conversation about whatever twelve year old werewolf girls found interesting these days. "Ooohh, you're back." Hazel spoke when she spotted me. There was this 'you're in trouble' sound in her voice.

Beta Kendrick growls quietly, making Lucas and I look behind us. We have been staking out the ambush camp since we ended the conversation with Luna Maddison and her mate in the afternoon, and it’s close to 3am. I’m currently bored out of my mind, and Lucas the ever partypooper has utterly forbidden me from scaring the living daylights out of the camp people. Which means my last resort to actually have something to occupy my mind from the fact that my mate is not here at the moment, was to bicker with Lulu The Golden - which also has been turned into dust now.

Since nobody left, the system listed out the first set of choices for us to select. "Please choose your safehouse: "1. An apartment built of plastic in the biggest desert in the world with no water or electricity "2. A military armory "3. A luxury RV with a full tank "4. An air raid shelter in the city with airtight doors "5. A campsite with ample supplies on Seafoam Island." "You should pick the campsite, Ms. Johnson! You're usually so good at keeping track of things. Our minds would be at ease with you taking stock of our resources!"