Black Buck Novels & Stories

Jake stalked toward the elk, his body remaining low as he hid behind a bush, so his black fur wouldn't be noticed. Before the bull could even look up and take stock of things happening around him. Jake charged at it, seizing it by its throat with his strong jaws. It let out a fearful and indignant cry right before Jake's jaws tightened on its throat further and sharply twisted his head, breaking its neck with the momentum; its body fell almost soundlessly into the snow.

And then he heard it again. “Did you hear that?” Emilia asked, to King’s surprise. “I think so,” Emilia replied. “Come on.” They walked several yards down and the sound grew more distinct to Emilia. It was the croaking of a buck. They found the deer behind a bush, with a deep, red gash on the side of its throat. Blood had soaked into the dirt and grass under the beast, darkening the spot. The buck’s eyes jumped with fear from King to Emilia, and it tried uselessly to move away.

“Unlike you three city boys.” “Fuck this shit,” Trevor slurred loudly. “Bruce, get out there and kick that thing’s ass so we can get going.” “Say what?” Bruce asked like Trevor had lost his mind, and he had. The bison turned to look at the head on. “You heard me,” Trevor slurred and took a sip of vodka. “I’m not going up against a buffalo or . . . bison . . . or whatever the hell that thing is!” Bruce shouted. “What do you think I am? An animal wrangler? A bouncer?”

If I carve it just right we'd have food for a whole month. Slowly Axel creeps up to the buck careful of where he steps so he doest scare off dinner. Watching and waiting for just the right moment, he finally pounces and catches the buck by the neck. Perfect kill spot. The buck tries to squirm away but Axel is to strong for it. With a snap of its neck, the buck stops moving. Now to drag it back to camp.

With that he picked it up and with one swallow it was gone. "I can't believe you did that. No more kissing tonight." He grabbed her haunch with his teeth and she let out a sudden yip. She turned and attacked trying to nip him back. He managed to stay a hair's breadth away from her jaws. His voice filled with mirth sounded I her mind. "We'll hunt with the pack and find a large buck for you." "And a buck is?" her breathing became labored. He turned them back toward the house. "A buck is an extra-large rabbit."

As the pack prepared for the looming threat, Sandra found herself torn between her duty to the pack and her personal quest for justice. In the depths of the night, under the silvery glow of the moon, Sandra sought solace on the pack's grounds. She wandered through the familiar territory, her thoughts a tempest of conflicting emotions. The scent of pine and earth filled the air, a comforting backdrop to the tumult within her. As Sandra strolled, lost in contemplation, a figure emerged from the shadows – Beta Damien, a trusted member of the Eclipse Pack and Sandra's secret confidant. His eyes, a shade of deep amber, reflected concern as he approached her.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

I nearly dropped the tissue. A guy leaned casually against the locker beside mine, like hallways had never made him nervous a day in his life. Brown curls. A hockey jacket hanging carelessly over his uniform like rules was more of a suggestion to him. Friendly eyes that actually reached his smile—which immediately made him the rarest thing I’d encountered at Blackthorn Elite all day. “I’ve had better,” I admitted carefully. His gaze flicked to my locker, and something crossed his face. “They started early.” “They?”

A guy, clad in black paced back and forth, next to his very bored friend. " I don't understand! There wasn't supposed to be a mistake! I thought you asked your 'friend' to keep a party? Are you listening to me!!?" he said. His friend, who was staring at his perfectly buffed nails, rolled his eyes and said, " No, I'm not. Also, I did ask him to. It's not my fault you couldn't pick a lock! "