Alastor Deer Novels & Stories

Black residue coated its fur in thick patches and was seeping into the soil around it like it was looking for somewhere else to be. My wolf went very still inside my chest and made a sound low and unhappy. I crouched down, reached out on instinct Pulled my hand back out of reasoning and logic. I stood up and ran. Rylan was pouring water in the kitchen when I came through the door at a speed that announced itself before I did. Torin looked up from the blade he was sharpening. Kaelen lowered his book. "There's a dead deer at the far end of the grounds," I said. "Black residue. A lot of it. It's seeping into the soil."

It is now showing Aleister sitting on a chair while facing the camera. “Hi, good evening to everyone who’s watching. I am Aleister and I am here to clear everything on the news. Earlier today, a news broke out saying that I am a vampire while my girlfriend is a werewolf, and I am here to clarify that. Yes, the accusations are true, I am a vampire and Madison is a werewolf.” People in the cinema gasped and it became nosier as people started gossiping. Some started standing up to leave the cinema but the doors are all closed.

If only she had turned around to see what was thrusting into her. They remained quiet once again. The sun was setting, the birds were flying to their nests, and the bats were coming out. The sky had an orange glow in it, and it drew the estranged lovers' attention for a while before a pack of deer came for an evening poolside drink. A soft wind blew, and for a moment, Alisa felt like everything was going to be alright. "Don't tell me you killed one of those deer as a wolf." "Yes, I did."

In the distance, rolling hills rose beneath dense forests, where glowing vines wound through the trees like ribbons. At the heart of the sanctuary lay a clear lake, its water faintly tinted green. Broad lily pads floated across the surface, where brightly colored water birds perched and preened. What was even more astonishing was the abundance of rare spiritual beasts scattered throughout the space. On a distant hillside, deer-like creatures grazed in silence. Their forked antlers shimmered with a glassy translucence, and their pale coats gleamed softly under the light of the glowing vines. They were the legendary Glasshorn Deer.

A stupid grin spread wide across Alaric's face as he watched his mate from the top of the cliff. After two hours of unstoppable rutting, she commanded him to sit so she could show off her hunting skills. We wanted to tell her the heap of red deers and brown hares was enough but the sweet smile she gave us was enough to shut us up. So, I was stuck watching from a cliff as she brutally and skillfully hunted down any unfortunate animal that crossed her path. Her present target was a moose.

And then, suddenly, he spotted a deer, its large brown eyes watching him warily. Alpha Logan's heart leapt with excitement as he chased after the deer, his horse pounding the earth beneath its hooves. He drew his bow and arrow, taking aim at the deer as it bounded through the forest. With a swift and deadly motion, Alpha Logan released the arrow, watching as it soared through the air and struck the deer with precision. The deer let out a faint cry as it fell to the ground, and Alpha Logan dismounted his horse, approaching the deer with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

I opened the car door for her, and she gave me a fleeting smile as she climbed in. I got in beside her, close the car door, and glance across at her. “Alora…” “Look!” she exclaimed, and pointed through the windscreen. Before us stood a magnificent buck deer, its coat gray and long, appropriate for the winter months, its usual white spots hidden in among its fur.

I'm left alone up in the tree, trying to steady my breath as I consider the possibility of Gylen getting ripped apart. I wait for a couple of minutes before I drop to the ground in a knee-bending roll. Something snaps behind me, I turn and I see the brown wolf that had been stalking the river up close. And what's weird about it, is the horns; actual antlers that sprout from its massive head and its snout, that of a deer. A wolf-deer hybrid.

After that, he hung up the call. Albert stood as stiff as a ramrod on the spot, unable to believe what had just happened. After a short while, he turned around to face the direction where Kayson had disappeared into and made a deep bow at him. Kayson was unaware of the things that happened here as he was asking Campian about Mr. Deer. According to Campian, Mr. Deer was an evil man. He excelled in all kinds of deceptions and had killed many people. He was a wanted criminal in the Admiralporium’s database as well.

Only the head was still hairy, its eyes so big and alive. “This is a special delicacy of House Silverclaw. Roasted deer. Can you imagine something better?” Dela said with a huge smile. “Can you, Sully sweetheart?” I tried to smile. “No. There is nothing better.”