Doris Deer Novels & Stories

Her worry was evident. Winter chose not to disclose the true source of her injuries, instead offering a vague response, "Hmm." She kept hidden the painful experiences she had endured at the hands of her abusive father and a mentor who had trained her in her werewolf abilities. Doris couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pity for Winter. She had once been a princess, but her current condition was a stark contrast to her royal past. Winter's appearance had been reduced to that of someone who seemed to be treated as nothing more than disposable.

Alice then picked up her phone and played a video sent by a member of the rogue pack. From the video, Luke saw Doris—the woman who had always pretended to be so conservative and pure in front of him—wearing nothing but a bra and underwear, acting in an utterly shameless manner. Her arms were wrapped around the rogue werewolf’s neck, and she kissed him passionately, completely unrestrained. All the rogue werewolves in the crowd burst into applause and laughter. “Damn, Doris is one sexy she-wolf! Look at her—way bolder and hotter than any she-wolf from our pack!”

This time Alexander curiosity was finally piqued as he raised his eyebrows and both of them gave Ash questioning looks. "So what's the full note all about, Ash?" "First off, a Donna is a title. The Donna bears a high rank in the Balck Wolf Clan world. Or maybe, just as what you said. This Donna might be the mole in the Clan. And, the note doesn't end there." Ash grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. It was a piece of note where the handwriting was too similar. As if it was a part of the mysterious note.

Arla frowned, panting heavily and I shrugged. "Everything here is strange so we shouldn't be so surprised with things that looks out of the ordinary. The deer came to a halt behind a woman dressed in white, her hair black but having freckles of gold in it. "Thank you, Antler," she smiled warmly at him. "For your hard work here you go," she gave her an apple and it took she with her mouth, leaving. The deer glanced at me one more time and once again I felt that strange connection between us before it finally disappeared out of sight.

The teacher gave an eye roll. Sam faked a horrified look. I faced Tess, who was smiling at me. "Where are you from? You look Mexican." she grinned, show casing pristine, white teeth. "You guessed right! I'm a Mexican Italian." "Mexican Italian? And your surname is snow?" came Sam's mortified question. "it's actually 'Tessa Marietta Arellano Rossi. Most people don't like the name so it was changed to 'snow'." she shrugged.

The hard bits of armor on it clattering together as it shuddered in anticipation of a meal. Jostling the group’s frayed nerves. Lon flinched. “Don’t move.” Disseus warned. Shifting to be at the ready. “I’m not.” The dogs continued appearing until they filled the small grove. Silver eyes glowed within the reaches of firelight. Their soft panting was ominous in the still air. Striding sideways they circled them. Tipping heads low they sniffed carefully their coating still slapping. “The deer.” Lon whispered. “Not what they’re after.” Disseus whispered in a sing song tone as he watched them.

Jonas asked proudly as he raised a brow. "This young woman here, Doris, has a very big impact on the safety of the entire werewolf kingdom. She plays a very big role when it comes to wars that involve the werewolf kingdom. It is because of her that the werewolf kingdom remained undefeated and it was only after her disappearance that we began to suffer defeat and other kingdoms were able to penetrate us. She has been the leader of the Reapers who had led them to many victorious wars. She is the Goddess of War. Doris had also made effective contributions to the growth of the werewolf kingdom. These and so many other reasons why she deserved to be an elder, and why I made her one. You wouldn't

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.

Yes, she could. “Who is he?” I already knew who he was but I wanted to know if she was going to tell me. His name was Andrew Douglas, aged thirty-two, once employed as a detective in Nevada. More recently he retired, having cashed out his pension and started looking for Charlotte. He would still have friends and connections. Blue was blue.

Adam and I raced across the fields and entered the woods, where the scent of the deer grew stronger. As I stalked my prey, my thoughts drifted to Daisy. She was probably disturbed by how I suddenly ran out of the house. But I wanted to save her from the shock of my shifting in front of her. “Victor, you must concentrate on the hunt,” Adam scolded me. “Our prey is near.” Catching the strong scent of deer, I crept closer and spotted two bucks, and four does sleeping beneath a pine tree. “Let’s take the larger buck,” Adam said. “He’ll put up the best fight.”