Elliot Deer Open Season Novels & Stories

I looked over at Blazed he was breathing so hard I thought he was having an asthma attack. “Mina, you better tell us what the hell you got going on with these dudes.” I leaned over and whispered. She looked everywhere but at us. “Hey! Everyone we caught a deer. Mina get over here so you can season this thing before we throw it over the fire.” Hunter said and Mina jumped up like she was running from a mountain lion. “Oh, she thinks just because she ran over there, we not gonna find out what the hell she got going on?” Shawna asked, me and Lynn. We snorted at the foolery of that thought. “Somebody done lost their mine in this winter hell. If that’s what she thought.” I said crossing my arms

With it, we could hear his mutterings softly drifting to us as he complained about the cold and being stuck out here with us. ‘He wants to go right but would need us to go left and circle the deer. He is not sure we would know to do that.’ We moved forward, clearly indicating our intention to circle left. Ian inclined his head, and then darted to the right. We listened to his thoughts as he got into position and just as he was about to charge, we burst from cover, driving the deer in his direction. Six darted quickly, leaping over deadfall, and making a drive for the woods while one lagged behind, its rear hoof not working as well as the others. Its limp was not severe but it was enough to s

The blood would attract them, anyway. Two miles up, he found traces of deer, and dismounted One Star. He left the reins loose, knowing the horse wouldn’t go far. He trudged further up the hill until he found a spot where he could lean the rifle, and look for deer through the scope. He waited for 30 minutes before he finally found a doe in his scope. Seeing she was still carrying her summer fat, he sighed. He really didn’t want to shoot her, but he did have to eat. He focused the scope on the doe again, and held his breath.

“Deer is most active during dawn and dusk. We need to move quietly and stay downwind so they don’t catch our scent.” I nodded, trying to focus on his words instead of the knot of anxiety in my stomach. He continued, “And remember, never shoot unless you have a clear shot. We don’t want to wound the animal and have it suffer.” Just then, a gunshot rang out, echoing through the trees. I flinched, my heart racing. Regan noticed and said “It’s okay. It’s probably one of my cousins or uncles. They must have spotted a prey nearby.” “Oh” is what I only can say at the moment.

The term makes my face heat up, so I shove him, nearly sending him crashing into the thick layer of snow. We’re on the edge of the pack forests now, hunting for deer and other animals that could be used as meals. Recently, just a day after Larry’s funeral, I received reports about a possible big snowstorm coming to hit the entire land. So far, we already have three deer and ten pheasants, but I want to get more in case the storm doesn’t end soon.

He just opened a fire to the empty woods, not even knowing what he aimed at. A painful shriek was heard moments later. According to my wolf sense, it was an animal. Elliott seemed to feel the same. The hunter hit it precisely even though it was very dark. “Check that out, Sam,” Rick said, putting the safety pin back on his rifle, “I just got you a deer.” “Damn. That was good, I admit it. You shouldn’t have wasted any of those bullets, though,” Sam chuckled. The two men then strolled back into the woods, going after the deer they just knocked down. After they disappeared from our sight, I glanced at Elliott.

Slowly, it drifted from the shore, the lilies trailing softly behind it like a path of light. Every wolf lifted their head to the sky, their howls rising together, one long mournful song that pierced the night and vibrated deep in my chest. Then came the final rite. Elliot stepped forward, dressed in black, a bow in his hands. His movements were steady, but I saw the tightness in his jaw, the unbearable weight in his eyes. He drew back the arrow, its tip lit with fire, and for one suspended moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

I lifted the microphone to my mouth, “So, you see, it would not be hard for a poaching charge to become felony murder or manslaughter. The shifters who have a legal hunting season, know not to shift at all during that season. We are extra careful during hunting season.” Someone in the audience asked a question that I knew was coming. “Is there such thing as were deer?” I chuckled, “I have not heard of them, but there is someone we can all ask.” Then I yelled, “Hey Gryphon! We need your help!” Gryphon walks in and the audience gasps. I said, “Ladies and gentlemen, Gryphon is the master of all animals; natural and supernatural. Gryphon, is there such thing as were deer?” Gryphon says, “No. Dee

"Any mortals caught in the crossfire are sure to be considered prey on that fateful moonlit night." Once more Casey felt uneasy as he thought of his mother and the other mortals of Fallon Creek. "Draws hunters for miles and is the worst damn time of the year, good thing it's only during a leap year or we'd really be in trouble." remarked the brute. "Fallon Creek is just one of the stopping grounds during the hunt, the citizens usually stay inside and avoid the dangers but something tells me this one is gonna be different." "How so?" asked Casey with an arched brow.

He didn't look up. "It's a deer, Cale," Elion said. "We live in the woods. There are deer." "Deer do not move with that velocity," Cale argued. "The pattern is erratic. Zig-zag. Could be a tactical approach." "Or it could be a deer running from a coyote." "Coyotes are predators. Predators are variables." "Coyotes don't have sniper rifles." Cale lowered the binoculars. He looked at Elion. His eyes were dark, shadowed by another sleepless night.