Devil Deer Novels & Stories

Because the miracle only came to those who never gave up. *** Without realizing it, days passed quickly. It had been almost a week since Grussel drove me out of the base, and the punishment would end soon. Tomorrow night was the day of the hunting. The Dark Night would be back in action. I heard from Dimas, our target was an animal like a tiger named Orska. I'd only ever heard it. From the illustrations given by him, the creature was like a tiger but bigger. Nearly as tall as an adult human. They hunted for the long fang. At a glance, Orska was similar to the ancient animal Smilodon or saber-tooth lion. The hunt seemed challenging after several days of idling in the clinic of Aunt Saantya.

I took a deep breath and let the feeling wash over me. "The Delvhen wolf," said Leonidas, with a proud smile. "What can you tell me about her?" I asked. "The Delvhen wolf is a symbol of strength and resilience," Leonidas said. "She represents resilience in the face of adversity, and she's always been a source of strength in times of difficulty." Leonidas looked at me with a determined expression. "No matter what life throws at you, if you take the Delvhen wolf's strength and resilience as an example, you can get through anything."

The Glambour forest, also known as the Devil's vale was situated in the western part of Patasia continent with mysterious supernatural secrets. lt was the earlier meeting place of different nations but now everyone was scared to cross that place due to it's dark secrets. History saying that hosts, sightings of the reaper, wolf packs gathering, vampire hideaways–all present in this forest at one time. Popular rumour about the forest was the paranormal activities of the non human creatures of there. Once approximately in early twentieth century, a pregnant lady and her husband were trapped in this mysterious forest because of the broke off of their black classic british sports car.

His journey to Singapore recently made his works overloaded. Baltheir Damme DeVille is the second sons of the DeVille family. His father Damian Rouge DeVille is known as the ruthless and powerfull Alpha of the biggest pack in Russia. His mother, and himself moved from Russia years ago. Their spirit is too wild for the pack. His father, meanwhile stay at the pack house, leading the werewolves around the area. DeVille family own not only a huge area in Russia, but also is the owner of several chain businesses around Europe, Asia and America's continent. The pack that his father lead needs economical support which came from the DeVille huge chain businesses.

At least… I don’t have to sleep with him… He’s surprisingly gentlemanly. Elizabeth was currently hidden in the tall grass. She was observing an animal. According to David, he called them cervapace. The cervapace were like deer except they had an exoskeleton. But unlike deer, their insides were all meat and organs. It was easy to clean them and their exoskeleton and antlers were useful for a variety of things. They’re kind of gross though. They look like giant ants but with antlers and four legs. Looking around, Elizabeth sees David hiding in the distance. According to him, this was her training. She needed to learn how to hunt on her own. This was preparation for situations in which David co

Mathew complained about his friend's suggestion. "So are you going?" “Let's go! Who said you're this Mathew's best friend?" 1 “Master, please accept my sacrifice…” The voices in the quiet cave made the sound somewhat more resonant. In the darkness, a thin figure was trying to offer something, something hot and still beating. On the ground was the corpse of a deer that had been drained of blood and had its organs eaten. The heart of the deer is being offered to the devil.

said Chelsea her voice sounded hollow to herself as well but she knew what that bird was at first glance , it was just denial instinct kicking in, that made her refuse because she knew that if that bird was really a deviuture then they have no chance at all of getting out of this ordeal alive . With its bright orangish yellow flame like plumage, on its fore were sharp and pointy like spikes similar to a mohawk style except that this mohawk started from its head down to the hind of its feathery body and at last was its horrible tail - that looked like as if it was made out off thousands of scorpions tails called metasomas - each aculeus filled with deadly venom moving and crawling like millio

“Smitten, aren’t you?” a disembodied but familiar voice asks. Devlin stands up slowly, brushing his wet hand angrily across his mouth. He hunches forward as if preparing for a fight and huffs as the voice bearer walks inside the bathroom. The man has a fresh scar across his nose and a corny, nefarious smile dancing on his pink and supple heart-shaped lips. His posture screams pride, arrogance and conceit, values heaven granted him at his birth.

She flashes me another smile and adds "I think you're in my chair" And I think that I'm still unconscious because there's no way this is the woman they've dubbed La Diabla. Those two words translate to she devil. How evil does a woman have to be for the whole country to refer to her that way? The person in front of me is... No, it's impossible. Perhaps Fan's wife sent her to mess with me or this is a joke. Taking out my phone, I look up Catalina Ferrero. The first picture of her that pops up makes my stomach sink. It seems that she's been trending for the past few days. In the photo, she's covered in blood and the headline reads, "Mrs. Ferrero slaughters chicken for her guests during late hu

“Even in death.” Behind me, the wind carries faint voices, my men regrouping, Luca barking orders. But in my mind, it’s all fading. The fire isn’t random. The timing, the target, the symbol—they all connect. This was never just revenge. It’s a signal. Someone is calling out from the shadows, using my father’s ghost as bait. I look over the wreckage one last time. The Moretti crest burned onto the side of a fallen container looks like a scar in the dirt. For years, I wore that name like armor. Now it feels like a target.