Devil Deer Novels & Stories

Only the head was still hairy, its eyes so big and alive. “This is a special delicacy of House Silverclaw. Roasted deer. Can you imagine something better?” Dela said with a huge smile. “Can you, Sully sweetheart?” I tried to smile. “No. There is nothing better.”

Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him. Mikhail, though slightly smaller, was equally impressive. His fur was a dark grey, almost silver, with streaks of black running through it. His eyes were a warm amber, glowing with a fierce intelligence and cunning. Mikhail’s movements were swift and agile, embodying a lethal blend of strength and speed. Fully shifted, they both let out a collective howl, a sound that echoed through the forest, a signal to everyone that the devil is back . They sprinted through the woods, their paws barely making a sound on the forest floor, moving as one cohesive unit.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Two other men were just staring at me, waiting for their boss to gavel down the official decree to finally castigate me if I ever try to lie to their Alpha's face. I gulped and stared back at the Alpha who just suddenly barged into my temple asking me to find 'her'. This Alpha is none other than the infamous Devon Guillermo from Black Dew Pack located in New York City. He is famous for his 2-mile-rule border to each neighboring pack. Everyone literally hated him for his ruthlessness and unreasonable bounty-hunting prowess. He liked hunting the Most-wanted rogues all over South America. He would either make slaves out of them or kill them slowly. He is the epitome of a punisher. His methods a

The only exception here is that Devilio went up the hill alone, and although he came tumbling, he thankfully did not break his crown. Devilio walks the walk of shame to where his uncle is sitting, clearly downcast. His uncle diffuses the whole situation by walking with him into the woods. Here, he dares his nephew to catch a beaver before he does. An excited Devilio quickly transforms and races for the beaver, but is outrun by his uncle, even though the latter had given him a two-minute head start. They however share the beaver and by this time, the young man is more at ease.

The elves ceased their movement at my words and seemed to gaze but I couldn't quite depict their emotion. From my left, I noticed Cade also had a confused look, but I didn't pay much attention to it and focused more on the situation at hand. We were startled when the sound of large hooves trampling the ground approached and, bursting from the bushes, an enormous white deer with golden antlers trotted towards us. Immediately, the surroundings troops went in "garde-a-vous". As the deer walked by, I noticed a raven haired elf was seated on it's back, his leafy green eyes starring down at me. Ciel was mounting an enormous deer as well, but its coat was a light grey.

That's why they looked pretty excited about the thought of the showcase. But unlike the other brands who prefer hiring famous models, I chose not that famous one. Since they are more down to earth and don't give a hard time as much as the famous ones. Trust me, they are damn high maintenance. Looking at their young faces, calmed me down. "By the way, you are looking really beautiful." One of them said. "Thank you." Heat made its way to my cheeks. "Yeah, you do." Delilah added but then her gaze went south to my neck and for a second, she blushed, "Why don't you try covering up that hickey?" She pointed at my neck and my eyes widened.

“You look like you’ve been dragged to hell, and even hell didn’t want ya and sent you packin’.” “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I tease, rolling my eyes. “You’re a real southern gentleman, Curtis.” He waves me off with one of his huge, calloused hands. Curtis is average height and portly, but his strength is truly incredible. His stained white shirt is coated in sweat while he yanks and fumbles with the chainsaw, mumbling curses under his breath. I find his company comforting in a way I can’t explain. “Are there… big animals out here?”

I asked him, and he shook his head. " No, it isn't. This is the first I have heard," he confessed, and I noted it down in my head. I intended to look into it further. "Willows wolfsbane is grown by spirit wolves. Could the hunter be working for a spirit wolf?" Sylvester suggested. " Maybe the hunter is a spirit wolf" Robert stated. " That is not impossible." Sylvester argued, " Willows wolfsbane can kill spirit wolves too. All except for Samantha. She is sort of immune to it. No spirit wolf would shoot a poisoned dart. It has to be a human hunter." Sylvester suggested.

The smile on Alice’s face disappeared when she saw one creature passing, and Devon followed her gaze when he saw it too. “Don’t worry love, they can’t harm you,” He assured her. What Devon said was the absolute truth. In Eastwood City, all the supernatural creatures were Aware of who Devon was and avoided anything that involved trouble. The creatures there were mostly lycans. So they were relatively harmless.