Novel & Cerita Alastor Eating 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.

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."

It wasn't a fancy party with all the trimmings. This was a wild werewolf feast. A large deer - Lance's kill - was the main course, with a few gallons of beer for company. Everyone gathered around the campfire to have a good time. "Best cut of meat, special for you, Alpha Albert," said a blonde woman. Darla came over with a plate of venison for the Alpha. "Thank you, Darla," Albert said as he accepted the plate.

The animal saw the patch of green it sought, and came closer. It was the Alpha who moved first, jumping over the rock and sinking his teeth into the deer’s ribcage. The deer cried as if he was pleased to finally meet his end, a defeated cry, and didn’t put up a fight. He just laid there, closing its eyes and allowing the Alpha’s teeth to bite into it until it couldn’t breathe anymore. Mateo had his legs on either side of the deer, making sure he extracted life from it before turning his face to me. The deer’s bright red blood dripped from Mateo’s mouth, and he beckoned me over with a small nod.

Springing over and turning, the deer tore through the thick forest. It bounds over and over, but Luciano feels sorry for the deer. It cannot outrun Fenrir. Speeding up to the deer. Keeping the pace and when the deer is least expected, Fenrir leaps and grabs it midair, bringing it to the ground. The next thing that happens makes Luciano want to puke his guts out. Fenrir is feeding on the deer. Drinking the blood and eating the raw meat of the deer. Gross. ‘ I think I am going to throw up.’

Instantly the deer collapsed to the ground but suddenly a digital screen appeared in front of Leon again. Oh no! It's a trap! The deer was not real deer! "Shit!" exclaimed Leon. In front of him, the deer that lay on the ground was now covered in black smoke with a purple glow. Suddenly, the smoke disappeared and now the deer that was lying helplessly had turned into a wild boar with sharp horns and eyes red as blood. This is definitely no ordinary wild boar. What Leon knew about Adonis' death would now happen.

Thankfully, his mate was too polite to call him out for his stupidity and simply gestures for him to sit down without another word. And when he hurriedly settled down on the seat in front of her, Alastor immediately notices that she didn’t have anything in front of her. Everything was seriously for him. “You… aren’t you going to eat anything?” he tried to ask, feeling suddenly very shy that he’s the only one eating while she’s most likely going to sit there and watch him stuff himself full. (Maybe she wants to be spoon fed?) “I just ate,” …okay, ouch. Still, it didn’t deter Alastor, especially his curiosity, “Wait, does this mean you can still eat human food?”

Right before I strike, I catch one last glimpse of his right eye, and in it I see… acceptance. The blood flows over my teeth, its distinct coppery taste flooding over my tongue. Alaster loses his footing and stumbles back, and I go with him, landing on top of him, my teeth pushing one last piercing slice into his neck as his life fades away. The forest goes silent and still as the rest of Alaster’s wolves sense his death and stop fighting, some taking fatal blows as they reel in shock from their leader’s death, others backing off in surrender and gratitude that the evil bastard is finally done with.

It was too much, too fast. Suddenly, the nearby bushes rustled. Rhea, my wolf, growled. Something was wrong. "Alastor!" I shouted, running towards the bushes. "He's still here!" I pushed aside the branches, and there he was, crouched and ready to attack. Rhea and I pounced, easily bringing him down. "We got him," I said, breathing heavily. "Wendell may have escaped, but we'll make sure Alastor never causes trouble again."

Dead. She stepped forward, her nose twitching—searching for the golden-ribboned deer. Then she saw it. The prey was there. But it was already down. And something else was crouched over it. Feeding. A vampire. Its long limbs curled unnaturally around the carcass, pale hands slick with blood, mouth latched onto the deer's neck like a grotesque leech. The scent hit Laura a second later—rotting sweetness, sharp iron, and death. So thick it stuck in her throat.