Alastor Eating Deer Novels & Stories

"I don’t want memories of last night to flash back." "Okay." He said and nodded slightly, burying the hundred curious questions he had within him. He suddenly sighted a deer, and a smirk played on his lips. "Time to hunt." "What?" Angel asked and quickly trailed his line of sight as she flicked her gaze to the deer that was standing at a short distance. "Are you going to—" Before she could finish her sentence, Damon moved at super speed to where the deer was and snapped its neck. Angel stood there and watched as Damon sank his fangs into the deer’s neck and started sucking its blood.

The very thought has me contemplating how Stefan and Gorjon manage to build such a cabin. "Where is your brother?" I asked. Stefan did not have time to answer as Gorjon made his presence known. He shoulder open the old worn out wooden door and dragged in a dead baby deer. If I had eaten breakfast already I would have certainly thrown up all of it. I looked closely as he dragged it in, barely able to until Stefan ran over to help him. The deer was strange, black, eyes white and scary looking. But what made it all the more strange was the wings on its back.

The deer fell to the ground with a thud, while the rest of them scurried away from the danger and Alpha Dolph approached it cautiously to ensure that it was dead. I chuckled as I was able to experience the drama. This was fun -- no wonder Talon liked to hunt. Together, we approached the fallen deer, admiring its beauty and giving thanks for the bounty of the forest. Alpha Dolph carefully dressed the deer, showing me how to remove the organs and prepare the meat for transport back to the house.

But everything happened so fast after that. My body emitted a light, and it came from my stomach. The white mist enveloped me as his hand halted precisely at my chest. I felt his claws pierce my skin, but he didn’t go further, as if he were frozen or he had chosen not to go through with it. “No!” he hissed. Alastor’s black eyes widened as he threw his body back and landed on his ass. I still couldn’t move, but I could see him inching backward, his claws gripping the earth, and his expression was far from surprised — he was terrified.

I spotted a fairly large female deer. He slowly crept our way towards her and she looked right at me. I let out a large animalistic growl and pounced. I land in her back and take a chunk out of her back. She let out a weird noise in pain and I fall under her. I clamp down on her back leg and she buckled from the pain. I swiftly move out from under her before she fell on me. She quickly tried to get up so she could escape but I quickly keep her in place planting my paws on her side. I dig my canines into her neck and tear the killing chuck out. Her body relaxes and she does limp. My wolf happily bounces off and digs into her stomach. She continues to eat but lifts her eyes and meets Titus'. S

He peered inside and saw a rotting carcass of a deer. Allan's stomach growled. He knew that the deer was dead, but he didn't care. He was so hungry that he would eat anything. He reached into the dumpster and pulled out the carcass. He tore it open with his hands and began to eat. The meat was tough and chewy, but Allan didn't care. He ate ravenously until he was finally full. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and looked around. He was still in the human form, but he felt stronger now. He suddenly could smell the other werewolves nearby, and he knew that he could easily ask them how to come back to the werewolf world.

“He knows what he’s going to do. Don’t worry about him. Go get in the car, I’ll just load my luggage.” After Aleister loaded his bags and suitcase, he drove to a restaurant. He wears a cap and facemask before leaving the car. They ordered food and started eating. Few minutes later, Hunter arrived and furiously looked at Aleister. “How can you do that to me?! Wow, I almost died back there and you’re here eating?! Where is your—” Aleister shoves a piece of chicken to Hunter’s mouth which made him stop talking. “Come on, sit down and just eat.” Hunter did what he said but he furiously ate while glaring at Aleister. “Drop it Hunter, you’ll still do it anyway.”

He'd ordered, taking off his clothes and piling it next to her. Nadine looked away immediately. Nick laughed, “It's nothing you haven't seen before.” He taunted, before he transformed into a lycanthrope and stalked the innocent deer that was chewing on a shrub. Within a twinkle of an eye, Nick lounged at the deer, startling it. The poor animal did not have time to run as Nick held its body, and voraciously inserted his teeth into its neck. The deer squealed, probably a call for help, before it went limp.

He was relying on his eyes and ears. "Movement," Marcus whispered, raising a fist. They froze. Ahead, in a clearing of dead, white birch trees, something was moving. It wasn't a soldier. It wasn't a mutant. It was a deer. A stag. It stood in the mist, its antlers huge and majestic. But as it turned its head, Jack saw the truth. The stag had two heads. One was normal, watching them with fearful brown eyes. The other head, growing out of the side of the neck, was a withered, skeletal thing with glowing green eyes.