Moose A Moose Novels & Stories

But I think all of us, except my father, were grateful for the distraction. “Would you look at that?” My father sighed, stopping the Suburban and leaning on the steering wheel as the large moose weaved its way through the trees. When it moved, we could see a baby moose behind it, a light brown color with little knobs on its head. Jeanie undid her seatbelt. My father’s head snapped to her. “What are you doing?” “Getting out to take a picture, silly!” Jeanie laughed.

The pack roared in cheer and he sat back down. "You better eat," I mumble to him. He rolls his eyes and sits back down. He starts to eat his food and I continue to finish mine. "What are we hunting tonight? My wolf keeps begging me for a release," I ask as my wolf keeps pacing in my mind. "There's a herd of deer coming in and many a few moose in the woods," he says nonchalantly. My wolves' ears perked up at the mention of moose.

Meaning however small I thought the supplies were, they were even smaller. “What are you hunting for?” Though I was certain I knew the answer to that already. “Moose.” The crunch of his carrot was loud in the cabin that now seemed too quiet. I'd expected him to say elk, that was dangerous hunting but moose? The giant that almost attacked us out in the mountains? Moose didn't back down; they were aggressive giants with scythes for antlers, and hunting one meant unavoidable blood on our side. Thick hide, crazy swinging long legs, sharp antlers, and the fucking snow! There would definitely be blood.

Not to big, not to small either, just perfect. He raised his hand up, and touch her right breast, pinched the nipple then draws it slightly. He took noticed of the fact that she didn't make a sound, or even moan. He could remember that the last two times he had touched her, she would always moan when he touched her on her boobs. He grinned at her then touched her left breast, he pinched the nipple, just like he expected she moaned, "Ouch." Bingo!.

Moose added, his breath on Qerev'nrys neck as he rammed into her. “I’m cuming!” she screamed again. The two Ox-men roared, their bodies shuddering as they emptied their loads deep within her, filling her to overflowing. Moose’s cocks pulsed, releasing thick, hot semen into her pussy, while Crume’s ass-cock spurted its own sticky offering into her rear. They collapsed onto her, their heavy bodies pinning her to the bed, their breath ragged against her skin.

On his sixteenth birth day he had gotten to close to a fawn while hunting with his brother his leopard had suffered not one, or two punctures, from kicks and antlers to its body, but five deep wounds that had taken weeks to fully heal from. The moose that foraged around the western and northern parts of their lands were powerful and they were territorial mammoth's that demanded respect and all of the Shifters in Ezekiels Clan gave it to them. It was only when the moose migrated around the mountains that they were hunted in preparation for the annual ceremony. Ezekiel felt a slight chill, because he couldn't logically place what or who had managed to kill so much game. He knew that not even a

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

He took off again, running through the woods towards the sound of rushing water. When we came to the river, the first thing we all saw were the group of moose drinking from the stream. They looked peaceful, safe. But they were in for a huge surprise. My beast bit back a growl. She was hungry and she was determined to get ourselves a nice and juicy moose for the pack. It would show everyone that we are capable of killing something too. "The females get the first kill. Go ahead ladies," Henry said, nudging his mate forwards. She looked back at Lila, Brayleigh and I.

I just chill in the back of her mind while I watch her do her thing. She is an exceptional hunter; she was approaching her prey at lightning speed but slowing down the closer she got until she began taking tentative steps as she crouched down, and her eyes locked on their prize. Damn it was huge! Standing near a stream lapping at the water was a moose that had to be at least 6 and a half feet tall at the shoulder and if I had to estimate, weighed around one thousand pounds. I couldn’t believe the luck when I caught its scent on the wind, and the breeze is working to her advantage. She’s currently crouched downwind, so the wind is blowing her scent away from the moose, making it easier to cat

Ethan said. “It had antlers!” “Maybe it was a big dog with antlers. Woof!” “It wasn’t! Laura!” “Okay, listen guys,” Laura said, using her mommy voice. “There weren’t any moose in Colorado for decades, but they were reintroduced to the state. There are now over two thousand.” “See!” Ivy said. “I stand corrected. Secretly, I just wanted to see a big dog with antlers,” Ethan said, holding his fingers up behind his head like he had antlers. That got a laugh out of Dallas.