Nightmare Camping Novels & Stories

I drift off to sleep, snuggled up on the RV’s bed with Nash and Stella, hoping to wake up feeling refreshed and ready to face whatever threat arises. Unfortunately, none of us get a full night of sleep, because just as dawn is breaking over the waters the next morning, there’s a shouting outside and a pounding on the RV door. Nash and I hurry to get dressed and hand Stella off to Layla and Arnold, who have agreed to take the little ones to safety if and when anything happens. “What? What’s going on?” Nash rubs the sleep from his eyes and looks around. The camp site is a chaotic scene, with shifters from all three packs awake and running to and fro to gather their weapons and get into positio

Through winding paths and across the marsh flats they trailed them, until the dark shapes of tents and timber walls emerged from the night—the Dreadmaw camp. The stench hit first. Smoke, blood, and rot woven together, undercut by the musk of too many wolves crowded in one place. Inside the camp, firepits glowed, throwing red light on crude wooden palisades. Some of the Dreadmaws were sprawled in drunken feasts, tearing flesh from a deer’s carcass with bare hands. Others sparred with steel and claw, their snarls echoing into the trees. From their perch atop the wall’s edge, Kael and Fenrak crouched low, unseen.

He spent the first night in an insolated state park camping area with water and electric hookups, depositing cash in the flimsy paper envelope with its extended flap that doubled as his overnight permit and dropping it into the pathetic unmonitored lockbox he broke into after dark and afterward, took all the cash. Since there was no one else there, Nick monopolized a space near the bathrooms, and after fixing himself something to eat on the camper’s tiny propane stove, spent the evening carefully tracing through the magazine pages with the sharpie markers, applying mock tattoos to the backs of his hands and knuckles, along his forearms and chest.

Chapter 21 It was dark already, I had barely even noticed. We were looking for where to camp for the night. Jonathan and Vulcan were taking wood to make a fire while Damon was making a tent that he brought, we had been using sleeping bags previously so this seemed a bit better. When he was done with the tent and they were done with making a fire. We stayed outside for a while making sleeping arrangements.

Then finally, she forced her heavy eyes to open, and the reality rushed in like a raging avalanche. Their small campsite was torn apart, scattered pieces of luggage, clothes, and toiletries covered the ground. The tent lay spread out like a deflated balloon. An overpowering scent of rotting flesh and sweet sticky blood made it hard to breathe. As Nueva's eyes gained more focus, she could see claw marks running across the lightweight tent fabric. Mira's high-pitched scream seeped into her sensitive ears, and her eyes searched for the direction of the sound.

The darkness was closing in, and they couldn’t afford to wait any longer. Later that night, as the camp settled into an uneasy silence, Marinetta found herself unable to sleep. She wandered through the camp, her mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. The darkness, the mysterious woman, the threat to their pack—everything felt like it was spiraling out of control. She eventually found herself at the edge of the camp, staring out into the dark forest. The trees loomed like shadows, their branches swaying gently in the night breeze. She could hear the distant howls of wolves, a reminder that they were not alone in this fight.

Natalia's POV By the time evening settled over the border camp, the sky had turned into beautiful shades of orange and purple. The cool breeze carried the scent of the forest through the camp as warriors finished changing shifts and healers packed away the herbs they no longer needed. The atmosphere was far calmer than it had been earlier in the day. I stood beside Dominic near the entrance of the camp while waiting for the vehicles from the estate because we were returning back to the estate. A few minutes later, the familiar sound of engines echoed through the quiet surroundings.

Camping gear is already set up near the center. We start putting up our tents. Nora, me, and another girl get assigned to one cabin close to an empty one. I keep glancing toward the dirt road, wondering if Killian’s flight landed. He should be here by now, right? That night, we all sit around a big campfire for dinner. The flames crackle and send sparks into the dark sky. Nora’s tent is right next to mine. Some students who are too cold or scared of bugs decide to sleep in the cabins instead. One of the professors gives a lecture about how stars connect to psychology and human existence. It’s actually kind of interesting, but my mind keeps drifting.

I couldn't find it, but I was sure there was an altar somewhere to the matron goddess for this summer camp, the Goddess Paranoia. The sleeping quarters for everyone? More props. Campers would go in, mill around for ten minutes, then curl up on their bed...the ones that warmed up to 98F/36.7C degrees in the shape of human bodies. Then the campers went down the shafts beneath their bunks and dutifully shuffled along the one meter high underground tunnels to their mesa-based domiciles. Again, once in the cliff-side barracks, they had two chimneys, a tunnel back to the dorm building and a cleverly designed, nearly invisible front exit to choose from.

I grunt, heading across the small clearing. My adoptive mom—Laura—had turned in early, too wiped from the day’s hike to stay up with the rest of us. I slip into the tent quietly, stepping carefully around her sleeping form before settling onto the air mattress and pulling the unzipped sleeping bag over myself. The biggest downside to camping is the total lack of privacy. My usual pre-sleep ritual of scrolling some p**n sites and fapping my cock to my hearts content is off the table until I get back my own room. I lie there, trying to ignore the persistent ache between my legs, and eventually drift off.