Alastor Eating Deer Novels & Stories

I was so sick of seeing Black and Jaena that I lost my appetite. My stomach rumbled and Alice pranced happily when she saw a deer. We walked slowly towards it, and with lightning speed we pounced on it. Our claws dug perfectly into the deer's body, tearing it apart. We devoured it instantly. There is nothing more delicious than fresh gazelle meat. "Ah ..." I was satisfied. I patted my fully-filled stomach, and I wiped my mouth of blood. Alice and I went to the river near the forest. It was hot today, and I needed to refresh myself by playing in the clear river water. Drowning my feet in it.

" Elder goes into hunter mode, walking half crouched down to keep the animals from running away. I was paying attention to his every move, the way he was putting his paws, his slow walking, avoiding stepping on a leaf or a branch so he wouldn't make noise, camouflaging himself with the grass. Elder was already close to a deer, which ate without knowing anything. There came a moment when I felt sorry for him, but there also came a moment when I felt so hungry that I wanted to eat him. Then it happened: Elder jumped on the animal, biting its neck. The other animals ran away from here. The deer whimpered. I ran up to them. "It's almost there," Elder says to me. The deer made one last movement a

He had not a care in the world as the excitement of being in mid-chase had gotten the better of him and he found himself throwing caution to the wind and pouncing on the wounded, but still very well-armed deer that had taken a direct swipe from his massive claws. The black fiend growled as it clamped tight and powerful jaws along the throat of the whining deer as they both collapsed with the loss of the deer's ability to stay upright and the added weight of the starved werewolf who had no intention of letting go of the fast fading beast. One last gasp on the part of the deer as it kicked its legs up into the air filled the ears of the snarling monster before it tore out the throat and lapped

He smelled like the lazy heat of the sun settling in a pine forest, warm, peaceful, and safe. Skye in return licked under my chin and wagged his tail. Settling side by side, we dug into the soft underbelly of the fallen doe. I took the liver in two ravenous bites, sinking my muzzle into the cavern I had begun to excavate in the deer’s rib cage. Blood stained my fur and half blinded me but the gobs of hot rich viscera sliding down my throat was well worth it. Between two hungry werewolves, one deer rapidly became a pile of bones and scraps of blood drenched fur.

What if I kill a human? 'Dominic, trust your wolf. He will guide you. I will be right there with you.' After I calmed my nerves, I allowed my wolf to smell Alaric. A few minutes passed and finally trusting my wolf I ran into the woods after the deer. Stalking my prey we come to a pond, I lower myself down, waiting. The deer walked slowly to the pond and began to drink. I jumped out and sank my teeth into its neck, twisting my head quickly snapping its neck.

I have no idea. While I was talking to Leana, explaining what had happened, Drake had gone out hunting, bringing back a deer for her. While I’m used to werewolves killing forest creatures, I’m not used the violence that was shown in this carcass. The throat had been ripped out, leaving a gaping wound and nearly decapitating the poor creature.

Eric who was also sceptical about the lifeless dear and taking it as food, turned her head towards Steve who stood with a squinted eyes. “Poisoned deer? How did you know?” he asked and Steve walked closer to them. “after what happened with Adina’s father, I was one of the top angel looking after the souls. I used to tend to animals as well, just by seeing I know what is what” he said with a serious look as he crouched near the deer with a complicated eye. “is it poisoned eating some poisonous berried or mushrooms?” one of the soldier asked and Steve shook his head a no.

“I highly enjoyed tricking your pack members into helping me. I would’ve eventually killed them once I accomplished what I wanted.” That seems to tick off the cheetah next to me and she attacks first and the rest follow. Alastor pierces the cheetah’s chest and rips her heart out while he shifts one hand into a claw and slices a bear’s head off. A horse appears beside me as the lion continues to stalk in a circle. We need to be more careful. “I don’t know how your herd escaped Stallion. I’ll kill you all like I should’ve done a long time ago.”

A low growl escaped Trenton's throat, which made Alastor laugh. A female Omega placed a plate before the Alpha, and then another before me. The raw, bloodied heart of poor Alpha Dexter Black lay dead on our plates. "Delicious," Alastor licked his lips, dropping his head onto his plate, and tearing into the uncooked heart. He looked over at me. "Eat," he ordered.

The wounded deer falls to the ground, and the tangy scent of blood propels me forward, and I find myself filled with the unquenchable hunger to drink his blood, and despite the almost overpowering need, I refuse, because it's against our tradition. But Veronica wastes no time in clamping her teeth on the deer's open wound and draining the blood from him. I watch her in amazement while she drinks to her fill. When she looks up, her eyes glow a bloodied red, and even the sight of a fellow wolf like myself causes me to shudder in absolute terror. She looks completely menacing and frankly quite possessed, and I wonder what sort of spirit has come upon her. But she blinks a second later, and the