Luther Crest Bible Camp Novels & Stories

Third Person’s POV “Kill them!” “Make them suffer!” “The fall of the reigning werewolves has come finally!” All the roaring of the rogues and lycans are booming around the place. In the big area of the north pack which used to be the Crimson Crest pack, stood a huge dome that could fit one basketball court. The place was full of blood lust monsters who serves no one but the king of rogues. In the center of the dome, the king of rogues, Brody stood. Beside him on his right is his slut or soon to be queen of rogues. And on his left was the witch who became their ally to finally bring down the four packs.

However, I notice Adonis shamelessly staring at Andrea despite her giving him continuous glares. Finally when the dinner is over, we are called to gather at the big ground behind the restaurant, layed with soft lawn. Soon the first camp meeting begins and we all sit back on the grass, listening to Mr Alberty's welcome speech. After that he asks us to introduce ourselves one by one.

HUNTER POV The morning sun was rising over the mountains. The light was bright and warm, but a strange, sweet smell still hung in the air. It was a very thick scent, like flowers mixed with magic. I walked fast through the trees, keeping my steps quiet. Right next to me was a woman. I knew her name was Crest, but my mind felt heavy, like it was full of thick gray clouds. We were standing right at the edge of the Lily River Camp perimeter. This was the boundary line. Inside the line were the camp barracks, the training grounds, and the guards.

Motionless I listen until her voice is no longer heard, then I sit watching all night. It's morning, but I haven't slept at all. I wake my girls and we shower. Everyone's now dressed and ready for breakfast. Four ministers, including myself, decided to take the children to camp. We have a small church in this small city in Michigan called Deep Woods. It's only twelve children in all. Eight girls and four boys. Ministers Blake, Malika, Toni, and I collectively planned this outing. We didn't do scary stories by the fire, we did bible stories. The children were able to have fun and learn. We only planned a weekend and now it's Sunday morning so we're headed to church. "Did you sleep well, Jade?

I won't let that happen. The camp's activities are the same old, same old. I'm honestly getting tired of the repetition. To be honest, I don't believe in this whole conversion thing. I know these gay people hate it here and don't want to be here, but who knows? Maybe someone actually wants to get "converted." Except, obviously, that drama queen Adrian. Saying his name makes me gag every time. Sitting beside Adrian makes me want to stab myself in the head with whatever weapon I can get my hands on-especially while listening to these Bible verses that I personally don't even understand.

When you can leap ten feet from flatfooted, dunking isn’t really a thrill. Before I was born, this camp used to be a nature retreat for school children, church groups, and the like. In the 80s, there were budget cuts, and the county was forced to sell the lodge, a dozen cabins, and fifty acres, including the river, ponds, a tract of virgin forest, and a cross section of Quarry Pack’s claimed territory.