Southwind A Young Life Camp Novels & Stories

“Remember when I had that really bad feeling a few years ago just before that ambush where you were seriously injured?” Kemp nodded, his face grim. “This is worse.” Kemp’s eyes widened momentarily before he nodded again and urged his horse onwards. The wind grew stronger and the howling grew louder. They camped out another night on the side of the mountain, melting snow for water. The wind was bitingly chill and unpredictable with the spring weather, first blowing in one directing then the next. Their tent did little more than keep out the worst of the wind. Fully dressed the ten slept together in one heap under their blankets for warmth, privacy be damned, with the girls in the centre,

"And just beyond is the training ground! You'll get to experience it all up close very soon. I can hardly believe you're now a part of Riverbay Camp! What's your preferred training style? Do you see yourself more as a fighter or a strategist? Or would you rather focus solely on learning? By the way, did you know there's a school within the camp? We don't just learn battle skills; we also pursue academic studies." "Most Weres prefer to remain at the camp after they train to continue their education, only returning home upon graduation. Regardless of your age, your family can enroll you in the camp's school, ensuring you don't miss out on anything while you're here." I didn’t have an answer to

I can feel the heavy winds on my skin but it doesn't stop me from conquering my destiny of finally being free from era of damsel in distress. People might think this is the worst idea as there is an incoming tornado—however, I can make sure that I'm okay because...I'm lucky. Natural disasters doesn't scares me, whatever it is. I turned to look back but I noticed that I'm already far away from the camp. I can't even see the people anymore. I think that's a good sign. The strong winds are no joke—it's silencing the twig sounds that I make when I take steps. I think I shouldn't have brought too much of my stuff—it's so heavy, I can't carry it anymore.

“Zoe!” Jim quickly caught Teri by the shoulders, cursing himself to be more careful. “No,” he reassured her. “Not Zoe. The kids’ camps are all south and west of town. Nearby. Because, you know, kids. We try to keep them close to home and medical care. This is out in Arches.” Feeling her relax, he rose. Facing her again, he fastened his shorts. “Do me a favor and skip the run today, okay?” “What? Why?”

like orgies, or so was insinuated. Camp? Well, one out of three ain't bad. Camp made sense which was an oddity in, and of, itself. What was Camp Sahka Torchlight? It was a scholarship camp for young ladies in the Lower-48 States Foster Care System. Okay...I couldn't find fault with that idea. Considering the chaotic jumble of neglected promises that is our childcare safety net, it was rather clever.

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.

(Mira’s POV) The school bus rumbled down the winding road toward Ashford Academy’s private lakeside campgrounds, the trees blurring past the windows in a sea of green and gold. It was the annual senior retreat three full days and nights of “team-building,” outdoor activities, and “personal growth” that everyone knew was really just an excuse for chaos. For me, it felt like the perfect storm.

Distant howl of wind. The young winger caught up. Cap this place is intense. But good intense. We needed to get away from everything. The veteran agreed. Yeah. Tomorrow we hit the ice. See what we are really made of. Your leadership. Kades fight. Together. Kade stopped at our room door. Inside we talk more Evan. Plan how to push the boys. How to watch for threats even here. I nodded. This camp is our chance. Isolated. Focused. The syndicate cannot touch us easy. We use every second.

Epilogue - It all started back in 2002, when three fearless teenagers were dared to sneak into Camp WildWood at Terrell State Hospital. They were boys, of course — eager, cocky, and desperate to impress a group of girls from school. The oldest, Ben, had just turned seventeen. Dylan and Mark, sixteen-year-old twins, were right behind him. All three were star football players at Terrell High, convinced that spending a night at the abandoned camp would be a piece of cake.

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.