Drunk Deer Novels & Stories

And then, suddenly, he spotted a deer, its large brown eyes watching him warily. Alpha Logan's heart leapt with excitement as he chased after the deer, his horse pounding the earth beneath its hooves. He drew his bow and arrow, taking aim at the deer as it bounded through the forest. With a swift and deadly motion, Alpha Logan released the arrow, watching as it soared through the air and struck the deer with precision. The deer let out a faint cry as it fell to the ground, and Alpha Logan dismounted his horse, approaching the deer with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

When we are close enough, we pounce. The deer sees us now, but it's far too late, we have him cornered, predicting the direction he'd run towards. Veronica claws at him the moment he makes to run, slicing her razor-sharp claws through his throat. The wounded deer falls to the ground, and the tangy scent of blood propels me forward, and I find myself filled with the unquenchable hunger to drink his blood, and despite the almost overpowering need, I refuse, because it's against our tradition.

He said the shot would catch both of us. So that was what he'd really been framing—every single detail on that bed. My hand started shaking. Not from anger. A real, physical tremor, like Parkinson's, until I could barely hold onto the phone. I thought back to that night. Axel had sat beside me the whole time, overly eager, overly warm. He kept pressing me to drink more. I was never good with alcohol. But out of politeness, I drank. Glass after glass. I'd trusted my boyfriend would take care of me. How could I not trust him? We'd been together for so long.

Almost like breathing…only not. We tracked the noise slowly, and the closer we got, the worse it felt. Finally, behind a thick bush, we saw it—the deer. It was lying on its side, tense as a spring. Its back legs kicked at the ground now and then, and its breathing was rapid, uneven. My stomach sank. This wasn’t right. Ben crouched beside it, voice low. “This isn’t good.” I quickly slid on my gloves and edged to the rear. My heart tightened. “It’s stuck.”

I say. “They don’t, but it’s been a while since I’ve had blood,” she says. Drake hands the deer to Ennata and she sinks her teeth into its neck, her eyes closing as she sucks the blood from the animal. Drake waits a moment then extends his claws and slices a leg off the deer. “Let’s get a fire going,” he says. We do and then we cook the deer leg for me to eat. I end up eating it like a huge turkey leg while Drake tells Ennata about his father and grandfather. When we're done, it's time to go.

It felt strange. The uncle knelt on one knee beside the deer. Seen up close, the deer was very large. It was still alive. Red blood flowed from the hole in its neck. The creature occasionally twitched its four legs, trying to get up. It looked pitiful and in pain. Eugene grimaced.

I have no idea. While I was talking to Leana, explaining what had happened, Drake had gone out hunting, bringing back a deer for her. While I’m used to werewolves killing forest creatures, I’m not used the violence that was shown in this carcass. The throat had been ripped out, leaving a gaping wound and nearly decapitating the poor creature.

“Where’s Drew you guys?” They share another look and I see Seb’s eyes flash to the pieces of deer over the fire before looking back up at me. I looked down at the deer. It was cut into pieces which wasn’t usually how we cooked the deer when we caught it. Usually it was left whole and we rand a stick through it. I walked over to it and noticed the bones weren’t deer bones. They were thicker. I held up my piece and noticed it resembled a piece of an arm. That’s when it dawned on me. It wasn’t deer. It was Drew. They killed Drew and served him for dinner?! What kind of sickos had they become? I feel myself becoming sick and I throw up the bites I’d already digested. “You guys are f**king sick.

Karina was ready to hunt deer. Her eyes sparkled, and a smile spread across her face as she saw the group of deer sleeping in front of her. "Wow, so many," Karina whispered. One of the deer, seemingly aware of the danger surrounding them, woke up. And indeed, danger was watching them. One by one, the deer got up and ran in various directions. The loyal werewolves began to kill the deer with the help of their sharp teeth and claws. Meanwhile, Viggo, who had been hiding with Karina, rushed to the middle and caught three deer at once.

The arrow that flew straight into the target immediately cut off his head from his neck. For a moment the deer stood frozen in the same position and then his head fell, followed by blood flowing, not waiting for a long time, the body followed falling to the ground. Altair walked carrying a deer that had just been caught in the middle of the forest, with his severed head and blood dripping profusely on the ground. Altair's hunting ground was a bit far from where they were camped.