Doris Deer Novels & Stories

I chastised him but he kept the wolfish grin on his muzzle. “No, Stormy, dear. Let me show you!” Dora barked. Moving incredibly fast, she jumped across Stormy and held his tail with her mouth. My wolf didn’t react, only gave her a flirting look, his ears stirred up. Dora made a fun sound that resembled a whisper and suddenly a group of more than ten squirrels marched to the almost empty ground and jumped on Stormy, walking on him as if he were a tree.

Even in the dark, they glow as if made from gold. She inclines her head at Hera and we slowly move closer to the deer, not wanting to startle her. Usually, deer refuse to be around wolves. They are natural predator and prey after all. This one, though, looks like anything but prey. She looks like she’s a predator in her own right. As we approach her, she stands very still, letting us get closer. Hera takes a deep breath, sniffing her. ‘Magic.’ Hera whispers in our head, as if the deer can hear us.

advised Kriss as he ambled past, his hands firmly clasping the impressive rack of his stag. She did so cautiously, half-afraid the deer could sense she had hunted their brethren in the past, since they seemed so magical and wise. However, Allandralee remained still as she settled and hugged her neck. Then she walked over to stand beside Hadro, bringing North to Eamon’s side once more. “They’re a mated pair, and the alphas of this herd of deer.” “I didn’t know deer had alpha pairs,” said Marek. “These deer are special,” said Eamon.

Igor raised a hand to signal for silence. "A deer," Igor whispered, looking straight ahead. I peered between the leaves and saw a stag with majestic antlers calmly munching on grass. Its fur was golden brown, its eyes large and alert. Pascha raised his rifle slowly, his eyes taking aim with sharp focus. But before he could pull the trigger, a small squirrel jumped from the branch above his head and made a noise. The deer straightened its head, its ears twitching. Pascha swore under his breath, but it was too late. The deer had already jumped away, leaving us in an annoyed silence.

She has a huge rack of antlers, larger than any deer in the human world and they look like they’re made of gold. ‘My Queen,’ the deer says, bowing to Lily. Lily walks up to her, inclining her head. “GoldMoon is the Ceryneian Hind of Greek mythology,” Lily tells us. Tanya gasps, but I don’t understand the reference. The giant deer turns her head to look at me. ‘Hello, hybrid.’ “Hello, GoldMoon.” Lily turns and looks at me. “Did she speak to you?” “Yes. Is that odd?” I ask.

They closed in whilst the Alastair or Amadeus, I couldn't tell them apart in wolf form, rounded left with Lysander. As one, they pounced. Had the deer cornered in seconds. Nerezza was offered the killing blow by Kallik. Without hesitation, she sunk her teeth in. Ripped out the throat before the deer could make any sound. The cracking of cartilage and bone echoed in my mind.

He turned around to inform his friend that they could finally have a seat on the ground and just chill, but a frown settled on his face when he looked at his friend. Darrion was standing with his arms crossed. He was staring at the horror looking deer beast tens of meters away from him which was calmly laying on the ground. The beast’s size was like a normal adult deer, but what made it a beast was the long, crescent shaped horn that’s more similar to a crooked blade than a horn. The bladed horn was long, like, a meter long, and Jai could guess someone being sliced if that creature rams into the person.

I opened the car door for her, and she gave me a fleeting smile as she climbed in. I got in beside her, close the car door, and glance across at her. “Alora…” “Look!” she exclaimed, and pointed through the windscreen. Before us stood a magnificent buck deer, its coat gray and long, appropriate for the winter months, its usual white spots hidden in among its fur.

She got to know the real meaning of the family and that nothing in this world could tear them apart. And she was a Dasher...the strongest pack of wolves existing in the world. "There is so much to tell you, cousin..." Debrah gets to sit next to Vlora and said. The mother asked her daughter, "Can you go and check up on aunt Pidge?" and she walked away. "How did my cousin get to marry her? What pack does she belong to?" Debrah asked sipping the tea. "She is human, cousin..." the second Vlora informed this, the tea spat out of Debrah's mouth and she coughed.

*LEONIDAS* Drogo crouches by the lake, scooping a handful of water to wash the remnants of the deer’s blood from his fur. The cool water manages to calm the storm raging inside us. The sight of Freya’s frail body in Dorian’s arms had set him on edge, driving him into a relentless hunting spree. We are far from the pack house now, and perhaps the peace and quiet are exactly what we need. The forest is quiet except for the chirping of birds perching on fallen branches.