Beastars Deer Novels & Stories

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

A couple of hours later, After drinking soup for lunch and talking with his family, David returned to SSO. --- A herd of 8 deers calmly grazed inside the blood forest. Their horns were much smaller than their Earth's counterparts. Their fur was red with black spots, and their eyes were blue as the sky. One of them got distracted by a low whistle that came from one of the bushes and approached it.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

There was no need for me to bother the rangers for blood samples because Grayson came back with a dead deer slumped across his shoulders. “I come bearing gifts,” Grayson joked. I wrinkled my nose. “Thanks . . . it’s just what I’ve always wanted.” He set it down on the dirt path and I was able to take the necessary blood samples. I swabbed around its mouth for good measure, hoping I could detect anything substantial. Lucas had shifted into his wolf form and dug out a big hole in the ground. Grayson rolled the deer into the hole, and Lucas buried it with dirt. Then he shifted back and put his clothes back on. He was filthy, and his fingernails were ingrained with soil.

advised Kriss as he ambled past, his hands firmly clasping the impressive rack of his stag. She did so cautiously, half-afraid the deer could sense she had hunted their brethren in the past, since they seemed so magical and wise. However, Allandralee remained still as she settled and hugged her neck. Then she walked over to stand beside Hadro, bringing North to Eamon’s side once more. “They’re a mated pair, and the alphas of this herd of deer.” “I didn’t know deer had alpha pairs,” said Marek. “These deer are special,” said Eamon.

The deer was also a silver-ranked beast. "A black rabbit beast? That's rare. Its meat however is very nutritious and tasty." Zacharias stated in an indifferent tone. But if one would observe, a glint flashes his eyes. He was actually observing the cut on the rabbit's neck. It's very clean. This lady named Frost definitely is an expert. Interesting. "That same goes for you. That deer looks quite interesting." Frost calmly replied back. She was telling the truth though. The deer that Zacharias was holding had a single antler placed in the center. A mutated beast which is also very rare.

She watched as the fish leapt again to land in the shallows and raced back and forth in silver streaks biting at the newly hatched flies in the calm pools. In a vicious swirl of water and smoke, a young buck deer rose up and stepped out of the shallows. His ears flicked in annoyance as cold water dripped off them. He turned his large eyes to regard Red and snorted softly before bounding off into the wood. Moments later, a great black boar crashed through the undergrowth with much pounding of hooves and gnashing of tusks. His bristled back stood easily three feet from the ground, but he grunted softly to ease his intimidating presence. His small red eyes squinted at Red, and she would have sw

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

“Okay, but I like talking to people. And telling them the new girl is literally glowing? That’s just good small talk.” We let it drop after that. Dinner was simple—deer steaks grilled over open flame, fresh bread warm from Leo and Allison’s pack, roasted carrots pulled from the greenhouse, and even a handful of dried herbs Janet had been hoarding for something “special.” She claimed this counted. It felt almost… normal. Laughter buzzed around the fire. Cole played in the dirt beside Wallace, holding the wooden rabbit like it was a sacred relic. Leo whittled something new with his back against a tree. And for a fleeting moment, the heaviness in my chest didn’t feel so impossible.