Black Buck Novels & Stories

Finally, he nodded in agreement, acknowledging the wisdom in Beta's suggestion. They set off in pursuit of the buck, their footsteps blending with the symphony of nature around them. The forest seemed to come alive with anticipation, every creature holding its breath as the chase unfolded. Beta led the way, his senses attuned to every detail of the hunt, while The King followed closely, his heart pounding with excitement. The buck darted through the dense undergrowth with astonishing speed, its hooves barely making a sound against the forest floor. Beta matched its pace, his every movement fluid and calculated. The King struggled to keep up, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his heart pound

Running....jumping...ducking under low hanging branches. Claude and the wolves had been in pursuit of the giant buck for miles, with him somehow keeping up. His lungs felt infinite, with every inhale of fresh Forest night air it filled him entirely, energizing his muscles and mind to continue giving chase.

Edwin said with a smile. **** Kira crouched behind a large boulder as she watched the enormous buck carefully strip bark off an aspen tree. He was magnificent. The wide antlers on his head were supported by a thick, muscular neck and broad barreled chest. His movements were slow and stately. By his size, she was certain he could survive her feeding on him.

The buck pumped its legs its heart beating manically as it ran already tiring as the Gammas chased it down every time it tried to veer away they chased it back toward the Alpha. It tried its best to leap fallen trees and dodge this way and that but everywhere it turned was a set of razor-sharp snapping teeth sending it back the way it had come. Sirius watched his body quivering in anticipation of the kill, saliva dripping from his powerful jaws as the buck approached. He pricked his ears and steadied himself hind legs tensed as it came close and then with an effortless leap he sailed forward and sank his teeth into its neck twisting to one side using all his weight he heard the satisfying cr

’ Vuk pressed, tone clipped. “You want to discuss that here?” ‘Yes. Either that or you’re going to show her how hard she makes you.’ I glanced down at the problem pressing against my zipper. “There’s no response from the Arabs,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my mind somewhere else. “And no black wolf sightings.” Black Wolves were extinct for a reason. They were fucking brutal—beasts bred from the demon wolf line. Whoever wanted one either planned to use them as mercenaries or to bleed them dry for their power.

He made a prayer in second bracing himself, he saw a path in the bush and continued. Along the path he trudged, there were hundreds of huge bare shadowed trees deprived of leaves and fruits. The trees could be assumed dead but the black hard trunks puttered with cracks that released some brown slimy substance. He walked through and came across a stream, it extended further into the land to its opposite side like a delta. The land had mountains of its own, it was vast and dense. Suddenly, a herd of catamount strode towards the creek. Their heads were round and their bodies were covered in tiny black spots leaving the tops of their ears, long tails, and their noses bare-skinned. The alpha that

When she didn’t Alaska dropped down to her paws and whined. The forest heard her and helped in it’s own way. A large buck stepped out of the bush and walked up to the women’s back. He knew her pain, he could feel it emitting from her. He also knew what the young pup was trying to do. Lowering his antlers Alaska jumped into it and carefully wagged her tail excitedly as she was lifted up. The buck stopped when the pup was face to face with her mom.

The owner's smile widened as he realized Vic was a serious customer. "Well, how about this one?" He gestured towards a knife and continued, "This is the Buck 110. It has a strong brand heritage, it's handmade, and the handle is crafted from brass and nickel for a comfortable grip. It's perfect for cutting through bird bones, branches, or skinning animals." 'He probably thought I was going to use it for hunting,' Vic realized. She nodded in agreement and asked, "I like it. How much does it cost?" "It's $100," the owner replied.

“Or are you just that stupid you can’t---!” Damn, this man was never going to let me finish an insult! My rib broke under the onslaught of blows, and I was finding it harder and harder to breathe. But still, I couldn’t help but be a little disappointed… I mean--- This was THE Blackwood Pack! The biggest and strongest pack in the south, with so much money they could use it like freaking toilet paper! Alpha Christian Blackwood was infamous for how he led his pack with an iron fist, and he was rumored to be absolutely ruthless and a coldhearted bastard. But I must say, that if everything he’d done to me so far was his worse…

"You broke my horse." The voice was as cold and hard as the frozen ground outside the stable. Liam stood in the center of the immaculate tack room, his riding boots covered in mud. The air smelled of leather, polish, and expensive hay. Mr. Blackwood stood by the large oak workbench, his back to Liam, meticulously cleaning a bit with a small brush. He was a man in his late fifties, tall and lean, with the posture of a man who spent his life in the saddle. His hair was silver, but his shoulders were still broad and powerful.