Devil Deer Novels & Stories

The sound of dried leaves crunching came about from a distance behind Estevan. She gasped, “Estevan, DUCK!” She shouted, running for him as fast as she could. This time, it was a female devilion. It leaped out of nowhere, sharp claws coming out to slaughter Estevan’s head. “GET DOWN!” She repeated. Estevan didn’t seem to notice, but he obeyed. Larice made it in time to block the claws—but the strong impact forced her hand to lose grip of Gray Viper, blasting it away. She dropped herself down to evade the beast and then rolled over the ground until she hit a trunk.

Whatever it is, it might be the key to the questions about my mom and this organization that wants all of us dead. The children were with their dad as they walked on each side of him, clutching his fine, silver fur. Diana still looked scared and anxious as she felt her father’s fur on the side of her flushed cheek for comfort. Devon walked with his back straight, his face painted with patience and courage. His small steps were so light that I barely heard them clacking on the floor, unlike his sister’s. Devon was definitely a hunter—a born leader and warrior that Silver Crescent needs one day.

When he entered the car, I saw that he was holding a plastic and it looked like their jersey. I was also able to take him home immediately to their house because there was not much traffic so I was able to fly my car on the road. He almost cried because of the fear that we will have an accident because I constantly over-take cars. "Congratulations, Mr. Devera!"

Moon closed his eyes to block the tears in his eyes from falling. "Kurgi and I were hunted for a couple hundred years before meeting up with Anatashi and her pack. She invited us in with arms wide open. We stayed and life settled down for us. Not too long after, at least for us, maybe a couple centuries later, we started hearing rumors of another wolf foolishly challenging Nature. The Dark Alpha of Sakura," he looked Rex dead in the eyes, not allowing him to look away, he continued speaking,

They have hand held radio transceivers, to contact each other, when it is needed Dexter doesn’t move, he waits the deer to move towards him, he knows it so elusive, it has excellent hearing and smell. A slightest sound from the dry leaves scattered around can send it away, much more any strange sound that it may hear. It can also smell humans from a very far distance if the blow of the wind is coming from the direction of the hunter. Dexter knows them all, and he has done all repercussion in this situation. He aims his gun, he waits long, he needs to be patient and careful.

I pass the axolytol pool, glowing in the moonlight with all the different colors of the animals sleeping in the pond. As I get deeper into the woods, I hear more shuffling sounds, startled animals bolting away from me. We have deer here, similar to humans, but our deer are more majestic. The leader of our herd is the Ceryneian Hind, the deer of the humans’ Greek mythology. She has antlers of gold and hooves of brass. Her coat is a dappled color and she is fast, faster than almost any animal in our forest, with the notable exception of Dominic, our resident Alpha werewolf and Lucero, the only Unicorn in existence. She is known to the elven community as GoldMoon.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

A rock hurling itself away from the impact zone, before another kid, larger than him came to shove him down. "You did, didn't you? That's why you're the only one who survived! You freak!" Crimson dyed blue, when a short blonde kid came up to slash at his kicking legs. Warmth trickling down his leg as the pain shot deeper. Glancing down at the sharp edge buried inside his skin, Damon shot out his hand to clasp over the one covering the handle of the knife. Nails ripping through the other's flesh.

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

There was no telling who he has told by now, she thought, wait, eleven years ago we were in… “Devil’s Lake. That’s why you were in such a hurry to leave that day, wasn’t it?” “Yes. When I went out into the woods, I ran into him. I saved him from a mountain lion.” As she spoke, she hung her head. “I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t let him die.”