Mystic Valley Campground Novels & Stories

Just quieter in the way predators become quiet after feeding. Rowan moved first, leading them farther along the abandoned service road cutting through the mountainside. His flashlight stayed low, barely illuminating wet pavement and scattered debris ahead. No wasted movement, no unnecessary talking. Evelyn found herself matching his pace automatically. The road curved sharply downhill before revealing a small roadside motel partially hidden between towering evergreens. Most of the sign had gone dark. Only three flickering letters still glowed weakly through the rain. VAC NCY Several abandoned vehicles sat scattered through the parking lot.

For the very first time in days, I actually felt something close to being truly alive—I felt wild, and I felt completely free, even with the massive, heavy property patch sitting on my back, boldly announcing my new name to the whole wide world. We finally pulled off the smooth asphalt highway just before the bright sun began to set behind the trees. Stone steered his bike into a large, hidden, and completely secluded campground that the motorcycle club had used for their secret events for many years. The brothers killed their loud engines all at once, bringing a sudden silence to the woods before loud laughter, rough jokes, and shouting broke out immediately among the men. The prospects sta

Or will we descend into chaos? Percy pulls into the campground. Mark has already set up the tents. The site of Mr. Darcy makes me want to vomit. Missy pulls her car beside ours. She will want to share a tent with me and make love under the stars. But I can't do that, not with Sam nor with Missy. My father's ghost still lingers here within the darkness of Falcon Falls. He will sense I am here and call out tonight in the shadows of the witching hour. It's a good thing I brought my own personal camping hammock. Then, I can sleep alone, hovering above the ground in a tree. The campfire will keep me warm, and my body won't become damp from the ground below.

As the hills and tree-cover grew a few of the fastest wolves ran in the woods near the roads to scout out the area whenever we weren’t too close to towns. Two and a half hours into Missouri, we were a little over halfway across the state and the sun was getting higher in the sky. We finally stopped at the Mark Twain National Forest. Although it was fairly crowded with tourist, there were some areas where we could find solitude. Silas apparently thought it was good for us to take a break from traveling in an area where we could feel more at home. Fortunately, they allow dispersed camping which means that you can set up camp outside of designated campgrounds and more than 100 feet from any

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.

Like whoa and damn, do I like it! We were headed for a secluded campground that Kingsley had researched. Deep in the Santa Cruz mountains, we could only reach it through a rarely traveled forest service road that wasn’t maintained regularly and would likely require four-wheel drive, which Randell’s truck did so we were good to go. When we arrived, I grinned at the beauty of the place, liking the crystal blue view of the lake and the forest canopy.

"You don't need to leave any lookout. You four should get some rest. There's no danger in these woods." "Thanks," Cameron yawned. "And if you continue northwest, then you should get to Whistling Cave in no time. That's where the entrance to Mystic Mountain is." Sylvester and his sons left the four men to catch up on some rest. They would need it for the journey ahead.

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.

None of them answer me, and I leave them to this small peace. It’s evening again before we stop. This time at an old summer camp in Moon Valley pack lands. That means less busy work that doesn’t require cooking, so I’m mostly left chained in a dark room. I’m only let out to use the bathroom quickly after dinner and wash up the dishes.

He compliments me while extending his hand and helping me into the car. - "Ditto" - I blush, returning the compliment. Lee's father, Beta Martin Benson, is driving our car. On the passenger's seat next to him is his wife, Kim. Lee and I sat in the back. Four cars take off from the front of the packhouse. The destination is Crescent Moon Pack's territory, Blue Pine Creek, Northeast from where we are. Our pack's territory is called Misty Falls, two hours away, give or take, from Blue Pine Creek. It was named after the waterfalls that were located within our domain. Often, the waterfalls create a mist around the whole area, like a veil. This usually happens first thing in the morning. It's alwa