Beastars Deer Novels & Stories

Deer. Beria opened his eyes, quickly ran along the branch, crouched down, froze, looking at the clearing ahead. At the very edge, hidden in the shade of the trees, there really was a deer. Luxurious horns, reddish fur, white on the neck and on the tips of the ears. The large, damp nose moves slightly, steam rising in the cold air from breathing. Bery carefully took out his bow, trying not to make a sound, so as not to frighten off the sensitive beast. He pulled out a thin arrow from his quiver, put it on a bowstring. He evened out his breath, taking aim, not taking his eyes off the prey. Deer stepped on the spot, shook his head. The light tail swung from side to side. An arrow whistled. Bery

It took me a few minutes to notice that the sound was coming from me. "Don't mind my niece, it's her first time witnessing the death of those beings". The kind woman who had taken care of me said drawing people's attention from me. How was she here but that was not my problem. I turned to look at him again and he stared back at me. His stare telling me one thing 'death'. I almost fell down as my knees immediately went weak. He knew who I was and this was a show to show me how painful my death will be and that I will be the next wolf in line. My knees gave way for me as realization dawned on me. I saw myself on the ground before I knew it. I opened my eyes to see those creatures staring at me

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

The ground answers. One by one, my wolves transform, answering my call, charged with the raw dominance that surges from my very soul. Their howls join mine, a chorus of fury and unity. Moments later, two massive forms crash down beside me. Luke and Ron, already in beast form, snarling, ready. We circle the intruders. The young wolves stand their ground but tremble, heads lowered in reluctant submission. Fear ripples off them like heat. I push forward, growling low.

Beta Loras was the first to come back to the tent with two deer which he caught, Prince Falkor came next with an antelope and deer, Lady Gaia came back with a deer and birds, the Luna with an antelope and squirrel and finally the Alpha with a big raccoon and rabbits “Where is the second Prince?” the alpha asked looking around “Judging by the way he’s not yet back, he must still be looking for games in the forest” Prince Falkor remarked with a smirk

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

"We should send a group of men to get to the ladies. I'm volunteering myself. This Ritual be damned." August walks closer to the clearing, and his face goes slack. "You might want to wait on that and see this.” I follow him, peaking down at what he’s looking at and my heart nearly explodes. All the deer we’ve been trying to find are here. And they’re all dead, mangled, their parts scattered on the ground in a specific shape. A six-pointed star.

Darrel explained to Leonard. Leonard's curiosity had been relieved by Darrel's explanation. "But I wonder where those two people are," said Darrel. However, the sight of this handsome man cannot be separated from a Timor deer enjoying the delicious grass. Shut! Darrel's arrow of light managed to knock down the Timor Deer. "Yes! Tomorrow we will sell a lot of it," said Darrel, watching the game with satisfaction. "But we have to clean it, eum bay the way, chicken feathers and reindeer skins seem to be used," said Leonard who thought something.

Following her scent as she creeped around, she notices a deer behind a huge tree from the glowing of its eyes. The deer was trying to hide away from her but all its efforts in vain. Suddenly it starts running while she follows it as fast as possible. Bella was so fast and strong as she jumped on top of several trees in a mind blowing way. She was so strong and and moved very quickly and jumped on top of the deer scratching it with her sharp nails. Within no minute the deer was down groaning in pain as it struggled for its life since it was pretty wounded on its back. Bella finished it off by breaking its neck and carried it back to the cave. She finds Edward almost getting done with the fire