Where Is Camp Half Blood Novels & Stories

The address Danis’s magic provided isn’t wrong, not like I expected it to be. The location is just a bit strange. “Crankwood Creek is a few miles away from the Nightshade pack.” I know that because I had time on my hands while home alone and I sought for things to distract me. The topography of our surroundings was one of the things I used to distract myself. “It’s at the edge of a small town, and the captives are in House 25.” “So the address is House 25, Crankwood Creek?” I hum in confirmation again but something at the back of my mind feels off.

“I’m half-expecting Alex to start sleeping in his boots.” “Where’s the camp?” I asked, casually. She told me the location – it wasn’t far, but it sat on the edge of a wide stretch of protected woodland. Beautiful, sure, but open. Something tightened in my chest. “You’re going with them, right?” “No, it’s a drop-off.” She replied, grabbing another cup. “Counselors will be there. Parents get a full weekend off.” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re just… dropping them off in the woods with strangers?”

Chapter 15: Blood and Bone. Backy's POV TWO HOURS LATER Jimmy drove while Candy pressed her fingers to a map on her lap. Cassy sat beside me, frowning as she reviewed the coordinates etched in blood. “It’s not far,” Candy said. “It’s in the northwest sector. Near the old burial grounds.” My stomach dropped. “That’s Haunter’s ancestral territory.” Jimmy whistled low. “Guess someone wants to make it personal.”

The guards who had rushed in froze where they stood. Confused by their reactions, I looked down at myself. Blood was dripping from my wrist where his nails had scratched through my skin. But it wasn’t the blood that stunned everyone into silence. It was the color as it was Purple. My heart stopped because it was a crime. An abomination. The worst halfblood to be. A trait known only to belong to the Igutus — the halfborns born of lycan and werewolf blood. The cursed hybrids of the Ashborn pack. The very species Tovar had just condemned moments ago.

He explained. Embarrassment had my cheeks heating. “Right. I apologize, I’m still recovering from everything.” “Don’t mention it. You have every right to be protective of the ones you love.” Lyra countered with ease. She swiped a few of the papers off the table and slid them over to our side. One was a map of the country with two clear dots stationed almost a thousand miles apart. “There are two hidden Lycan camps. The biggest is Maine, and the smaller is Virginia. You’ll notice both are deep within the Appalachian Mountains.”

I cooed, shaking out my hair. He always spoiled me so. He nodded and lifted the latch allowing me to give chase. It was hardly a fight, even tired I was quick. “Where is your bride,” I inquired as I finished and began to clean myself up a bit. “One of the demons thinks he caught a scent of something. She went on ahead, come,” he said, disappearing. I followed after him, as we found ourselves in a cemetery just into the mainland. A great place to hide your scent from supernatural creatures. And a vampire’s favorite place to rest for the day. They were here very recently. But are they still?

Or was it all dampened by the anger she had towards me? Finally, we headed towards the entrance but I was anxious. There were going to be other vampires inside as well, especially that good-for-nothing brat. I didn't even want to predict what might happen if she disappears from my side, even for a second. I pulled her a little closer to whisper in her ears. "Be well behaved and don't leave my side. There are other vampires too in there." I paused for a second and said again with a smirk tucking at the corner of my lips. "Otherwise, I'm not responsible if some vampire sucks all of your sweet blood. After all, you are still a half-human, remember?"

"You know it's a trap right?" "Obviously. But If we don't, he'll kill Alessia who I doubt is even alive." "Ryan, we just have to." "Then we better get going. The only blood bank in New York isn't on land. At the least not the land you're used to." Ryan said after giving a sigh. "What do you mean by it isn't on land?" I asked in bewilderment. "The only vampyre blood bank is not in the city. It's in a coven." he took a pause before he continued. "That it's beneath the Statue of Liberty." Ryan added putting me and my mom in shock. "The Statue of Liberty???"

" I asked even though I knew the answer. I was next in line to become the Maester since our Maester did not birth any true born vampires, but still I wanted to know what my dad would say. " He probably thought it was about time you engaged yourself in the affairs of the pride, you're 176 years old now, so you should", he definitely didn't want to point out the obvious. " Yeah right, affairs indeed", I sounded sarcastic as I left his presence. The blood farm was located at the outskirts of Central City, at Pittsburg block. It was an underground facility and a paper company was used to draw people's attention away from the real ongoings in the premises.

He never expected Thea’s father to have such a powerful background. In the depth of the Chaos were countless spatial rifts. These rifts were the result of a fierce battle. The base camp of the Ancestral Blood Master was the only mysterious place in the Chaos. The base camp was in one of the rifts. In this rift, there was a realm. The realm was known as the Blood Realm. Only a few living beings from the outside world knew about the Blood Realm. At this moment, at the back of a spiritual mountain in the Blood Realm, a man was standing in the manor. He appeared to be around thirty years old. He wore a red robe and looked handsome. He put his hands behind his back angrily.