Loud House Camp Novels & Stories

They’d need to reevaluate if they expected to move forward with the plan. His horse picked up speed, alerting him that they were drawing close. The Arabian wasn’t as fast as Bee, but he was less ornery, adequate. They cut through a dense band of trees, revealing the campsite located just outside a hidden cove of volcanic hot springs. A small fire flickered, burning down to embers. The children lay sleeping in their camping sacks as Lily, Murtagh, his men, and Daisy gathered around the fire, having all abandoned the mansion during the raid. Most of the other ranch hands had made it out and scattered in various directions. They’d likely lie low for the few hours till morning. They knew what to

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.

"I'll bring soup by this evening and she'll feel better." I don't tell her I pulled out a casserole. The soup can't hurt at this point. "Thank you," I say with a smile for her benefit. After a little small talk, I head back to the main cabin. Ours is much larger than the Loche's place and not nearly as intimate. It doesn't matter, though, because we love the large windows and their beautiful view. With multiple decks we can sit and watch the sun rise or set. While here in the summer, we take advantage of Mrs. Loche's vegetable garden. Even with the tasty produce, Madison has never understood how they could fence in their backyard. She loves watching the wildlife from birds to elk and the occ

She knew, but deep inside her heart, she knew it happened even though she had spent the majority of her college life in one campground or another. They were breeding grounds for homicide or vicious feral animal attacks. Indifferent to the threat of impending mass murder, Lily swiftly jogged through the neat columns of massive tents. She had deliberately waited until the children left the playground, and it was late enough that the old folks would have their dentures in a glass and their wrinkled asses in bed, while the younger parents would be comatose after a day of unrelieved suffering at the hands of their children. It was early evening in the campground, and not a creature was stirring.

They drove for four hours until they reached the famous Luris forest. They rented a cabin to spend the night in the camping area. It was impossible to sleep outdoors when the snow started to fall. The place was warm and cozy, with two bunk beds, a small kitchen, a chimney, and a bathroom. They spent the next three hours learning the basics of self-defense, using their bodies and items such as knives they had bought for each.

Lucious was waiting in the main hall as promised, his posture rigid with tension despite his outwardly calm expression. "Are you sure about this?" I asked him quietly as my mates joined us. He nodded, determination in his eyes. "I need to see them. To understand what was happening right beneath me for all those years." We travelled to a nearby property owned by the Maxwell pack, a spacious lodge that had been quickly converted to house the seventeen rescued children and their caretakers. As we approached, I could sense Lucious's growing anxiety through our bond. "You can wait outside if it becomes too much," I assured him.

It was their last night there and Candace was having a conversation with a few new friends near the campfire. Her eyes were on Lulu who was in the opposite direction of the fire and sitting alone with a rugby player. The rugby team had joined the party since their training field was close to the camping area. He was tall and broad chested, Candace could see his muscles despite the darkness. His tanned skin and warm demeanor made her think that he was Latin. Lulu seemed relaxed with him, they were drinking beer and smiling, their knees were touching.

It was their last night there and Candace was having a conversation with a few new friends near the campfire. Her eyes were on Lulu who was in the opposite direction of the fire and sitting alone with a rugby player. The rugby team had joined the party since their training field was close to the camping area. He was tall and broad chested, Candace could see his muscles despite the darkness. His tanned skin and warm demeanor made her think that he was Latin. Lulu seemed relaxed with him, they were drinking beer and smiling, their knees were touching.

Ella’s Point of View The mountain air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. The campfire crackled at the center of the campsite, casting dancing shadows over the tents pitched in a circle. Laughter echoed, mingling with the sound of beer cans being popped open and the clinking of marshmallows roasting on the flames. It was supposed to be a perfect moment, a relaxing weekend with friends, planned months ago.

The boys did the same, so they only occupied two rooms. It’s a two-story house. They placed six big rooms on the second floor. Sasha and the other girls stayed in one room, so the boys did. After lunch, they made their way to the beach. The guys were there first. They brought beer in the cooler and junk food. There is a shed where you can relax. There is also room for a campfire. “Hey, Clark, the view is beautiful. Maybe you can separate your eyebrows.” Matt chuckled. Dylan and Clark were sitting inside the hut. They wear sleeveless shirts and beach shorts, while Riki and Matt are topless.